I Used To Be That Mom!

KK,

Every Tuesday, a good friend watches T Bear and Cub so I can go grocery shopping for an hour.  This time is very precious to me as you can imagine.  This last Tuesday, as I pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store, there was a strange sound coming from my car.  It sounded like a wheel was coming lose.  Instead of staying and shopping, I drove straight to the tire shop.

While I was waiting for my wheels/tires to be inspected and fixed, I watched a cute young mom walk in.  She was dressed adorably with tall brown boots and the sweetest little one-year-old girl on hip (she had the cutest black boots).  I listened to this mom ask the workers if it would really take 45 minutes to repair a flat tire because she didn't think she could entertain her daughter that long in the waiting room.  In mind my I thought, Yeah, you think one kid is tough, be glad you don't have three boys!

Then as this mom walked over to the waiting area to sit, I became very self conscious and screamed in my head, DON'T LOOK AT ME! DON'T LOOK AT ME! as I slouched in my chair.

I suddenly had realized what I looked like.  I was wearing track pants stained with food, a T-shirt with spit-up on it, tennis shoes, and no make-up.  I had showered that morning, but my hair was quickly pulled back in a not-cute pony tail.  All of a sudden it hit me: I used to be that mom!  I used to be dressed cute with a little one year boy (also dressed well) on my hip.  Now I was a frumpy mom with three boys and a never expiring look of exhaustion.  

Oh it was depressing.  For the first time, I wished I had my other boys were with me, so that everyone around me would understand why I looked the way I did.  I needed my crazy boys to explain my sad physical state and appearance.  

I thought I about telling that sweet mom to not have any more children or she would not end up like me.  But I couldn't even talk to her because I am sure she was wondering why I looked so pathetic with just one sleeping baby in a car seat at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

It is a sad story.  Honestly, I know I am not looking the best right now, but I am hoping this phase doesn't last forever.  Besides, I hear these little kids grow up quickly.  Despite wearing sweat pants and T-shirts, I am trying to enjoy this time of having young children.  I just should probably not go out in public very often.

When I used to be "that" mom.

-Miss T
(I am not posting any pictures of myself right now for obvious reasons.)