I've been a mom for about a year and a half now. And really, I like to count about nine months before that, too, since being pregnant counts. Totally.
It's not that it hasn't sunk in yet. I mean, I'm a mom. I know that. It's just . . .
well. I should start from the begining.
At 2:00 yesterday, my mother in law offers to watch my kiddos while I pick up some groceries. So, I take her up on it. An hour later I'm standing in line at the grocery store. Minding my own business. Because thats what I do. If you like that sparkling grocery store conversation - do not get in my line. It makes me uncomfortable. And I'm not shy. So I don't know why . . .
It must be my lucky day because Sparkling Conversation guy, aka - Justin, by his 'Child and Family Resource' name tag, is in front of me buying about three hundred and nine billion bags of Peanut M & M's and chatting up a storm to 'checkout lady' aka Linda.
Justin: needs the bags to be separated onto receipts that are $25 or less for reimbursment purposes.
Linda: is going on vacation in 2 hours and 55 minutes.
Justin: wants to know where.
Linda: no where special. Staying home for a few days. Then getting her car washed. Then going to Draper, Utah for 2 days to visit grandkids.
Justin: has family in Draper.
Linda: thinks its a nice place. then realizes this receipt is over $25 and has to take some bags off.
Justin: decides to turn and talk to me while she's doing so.
Justin: I'm sorry this is taking so long, you probably have kids waiting for you.
and thats where the story ends. Because I can't remember anything else that was said except for that.
So, that's what's official.
You can tell I'm a mom. Just by looking at me.
What is it? Is it my jeans? Someone please tell me if I have "mom jeans". I know I have to chinch them up really tight which makes them look really baggy and horrible in the front - but when I have time I'm going to get a different size, it's just I've been wearing these since the day after Conner - and I havent had time.
Is that what it is? It has to be. I'm getting new jeans.
and if that's not what it is . . .
then I'm just not used to people being able to tell that I'm a mom. Just by looking at me. And I'm taking it as a compliment.
Well, I'm trying.