Let me explain...

Please forgive me, important looking man in a business suit:

I thought I should explain myself. You caught me at one of those moments. If you have small children you might understand. You see, we had been at the doctor for two hours and fifteen minutes. For little ones, that seems like an eternity...for a Mom of three little ones, it seems like a nightmare. We had two check ups, three shots, and some blood work. I am convinced that my two boys are hypoglycemics like myself, but you would think that I would have learned by now to always be prepared when going anywhere around meal times or snack times. Without a snack to tide them over, they quickly turn into basket cases. I think I have learned my lesson.

Considering everything, I thought they did quite well. I wish you would have been there during our 45 minute wait before seeing the doctor. They were pleasant then. I thought to myself, "the pep talk in the car on the way there and the several, 'help me make it through this without embarrassment' actually worked!"

Then came the next 30 minute wait for the lab work. My daughter said it all when she said, "This seems like my 10 hour night time." She is quite brilliant for her age. Yes, my middle child spent most of it crawling around on the ground lending a helping hand to housekeeping. It was a germ-a-phobe mothers nightmare. Oh and who could forget my youngest screaming almost the whole entire time, while thrashing so violently he bit his lip to shreds. I was a sight. It's funny because you never think that you will ever be that mother. When you are, you immediately vow to never pass judgement again.

So, when you passed by in the parking lot you must know that all of this had just transpired. I realize that I was laughing, big belly laughs at that, while my three children sat crying crammed in the back seat of my Chevy Aveo. I realize that I kept laughing even harder while cramming my over sized stroller into the trunk, all but sitting on it to make it fit. Yes, I was laughing. I was laughing the hardest I have laughed in days. For if I didn't, I am sure I would have been collapsed behind my car in the parking lot sobbing into my sweat stained shirt. Man, this Mom thing is hard work!