“You’ve got your hand full,” the Target employee chuckles as we walk past the laundry detergent aisle. I’m wearing Rosie in the Ergo while holding Adi’s hand…half dragging her through the store may be more accurate. You’ve got Wren. She’s singing, oblivious to her surroundings.
The woman,still laughing as I respond, “Better than empty,” and flash her a grin. She shrugs her shoulders as we turn into the paper good aisle. Our eyes meet and I offer an explanation, “I’m testing out responses.” I explain that I get this line almost every day, as I wrangle our three young girls in whatever scene we find ourselves that day. I’ve realized that people throw out this saying in one of two ways. The first is with a hint of pity, kind of a “better you than me.” Or every once in a while, it’s more nostalgic. You can almost see those people go back in time, when their hands were also this full.
After picking up the few items we stopped in for, we push our cart towards the sliding double doors. This time I sensed it coming as I noticed an older woman watching us. “Boy oh boy. You’ve got your hands full.” I turn to give you an I told you so look. “Thank God,” I hear you say as your eyes catch mine. A smile plastered across your face. I smile too. Our hands are full but we’ve got this…together.
This Slice of Life was lovingly written at 2:27 am on our 7th wedding anniversary as I watch our baby cradled in her swing, finally asleep after a few hours of fussiness.