Monday, February 1, 2010
gritting my teeth and smiling
Sometimes it's all I can do to smile and be polite when people say certain things.
"Are they ALL yours?!"
"Wow, you have your hands full."
I really never know how to answer or reply to these. Usually, I just say yes, smile politely, and move on; gritting my teeth.
The other day I couldn't help it.
We had stopped by Wal-Mart for a couple of things and we all went in. (BTW - the only time I get the "hands full" comment is when I'm alone with the children. For some reason people just don't say that when my husband is with me). So anyway, I took 3 of the smaller ones to the bathroom - the 2, 3, & 4 year olds - while the others stayed with my husband. I was waiting for them to finish washing their hands when a lady came out of the stall and said (yes, you guessed it) "Wow, you have your hands full."
Sorry - I couldn't resist - I saw her jaw drop when I said sweetly, "Oh this is just one third of them." I'll give her points for her quick recovery, "You have NINE?!"
Then the inevitable: "I have one 22 month old and I just don't see how you do it..." blah, blah, blah.
Yes, I'm mean, but at least I don't say what I sometimes WANT to say. I won't even write it here.
So, now you know. I'm not a saint, I'm not perfect, I don't possess tons of patience. I am simply a woman trying to do what Christ would want me to do. (And that includes repenting of the evil thoughts I sometimes have).
If you see me out in public, please don't say that I have my hands full. And if you read this blog you know very well how many children I have. :)
Until next time...