On Sunday, I walked into church towing a carseat overflowing with a large 6-month-old, and four, count 'em, four unwieldy bags. I rarely find the need to tote a purse but had decided to this day. So my bag count included said purse, a scripture bag, a diaper bag and a keep-your-active-two-year-old-occupied-anyway-possible bag. Where, one might ask, was my husband? He was walking just ahead of me keeping tabs on said two-year-old. Both hands were available. What is this, the middle east? More strangers offered to help out than spouses!
By the way, here's a cute cartoon:
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Someone once asked me what it was like being a Mom of twins, and I would apply this to any mother. I truly feel like a pack mule! Really just look at the stuff we have to cart around!
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