This is a new one...

Just when I thought I had heard every over used line that us triplet Mom's have to endure, a new one surfaces.

I took the kids to the waterpark yesterday and it was a great time. The kids have been in the water just about every day this month so they are beautifully sunkissed. I noticed this lady watching me and finally she broke down and came over to ask if they were triplets. After being drilled about my life, our finances, and some other random stuff she asks, "Did you birth them?". I was a bit confused and wondered if she was really asking what I thought she was asking? She clarified...I know it's a really personal question but, are you their Mother? She had just observed me running around like a maniac saying "stay with Mommy" a hundred or so times trying to keep them safe in the water...am I their Mother?

I know, I know they are just to adorable to be my kids, that must be it. I actually answered her but I was thinking to myself... No, I was about 8 months pregnant and I woke up one day and these three sleeping babies miraculously appeared in cribs so I assumed they were mine.....

Now I really have been asked EVERY silly question.

I laughed until I cried...

I the midst of my hectic day yesterday I called upon my own Mommy for comfort. I called her up and let it all spew out. Poor thing. She is always such a source of positive encouragement for me, and always has something wise to say that will calm my nerves. I was telling her about my sweet Husband and how he had accidentally layered on some frustration to my day. She jokingly said that she could practically hear me letting him know how upset I was. I told her that surprisingly I refrained. I was in that feeling sorry for myself mode and said "he will understand when I drop dead from being overworked". Now in hindsight I am dying laughing at myself. What a Drama Queen!

So this evening I am talking to my best friend April and she is telling me about her Grammy. This is the most beautifully spirited, Godly woman I know besides my own Nana. April asked her how she felt this evening on the phone and Grammy said she felt terrible. Her legs hurt so bad she could barely walk or sit down. Here is what Grammy says next..."but you know what I'm going to do?" "I am going to plaster a big smile on my face and wheel myself down the hall, that way when I die everyone will say, Lonny? How did she die? There was nothing wrong with her!" LOLOLOLOL Oh Grammy
I so know how you are feeling:)

I guess even the best of us are allowed to have pitty parties from time to time...