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You’ve Got Your Hands Full

When we become moms, our social calendars change. A riveting social experience for us sometimes includes a trip to the store with our kids. Being around other adults can be a rarity, so we thrive on those brief adult interactions.

Multiple times a week I head into public with my 3 year old and my 5 month old. The most adventurous we get these days is a trip to the grocery store. On the morning of a grocery shopping day, I pack my husband a lunch, feed, water and let out the dogs/cat, change diapers, dress kids, brush my teeth and get dressed, unload the dishwasher, start the laundry,  start the crock pot, and if the stars align, I may try to squeeze in a 2 minute shower. Usually the departure process includes a blowout diaper (or two), a 10th nursing session of the morning, or a meltdown ensues regarding the lost toy that is essential to a civil car or shopping cart ride.

3 hours later, we make it to the grocery store.



Since I spoke only to tiny humans for the entire morning, I am majorly craving some adult conversation. Adult conversation for Moms usually begins something like this:

“Wow, you’ve got your hands full.”

Yes, it was exhausting getting out the door, but we’ve made it out and nobody is crying and one kid is maybe even smiling. Could you please greet my kids and me in a friendly way? “Hello” is good. “Looks like you have some good shopper helpers” works well. “Look at all that snow outside” is fine if you are one of those ‘always talking about the weather’ types. Wouldn’t it be nice if we instead heard: “Your heart must be so full, spending time with your children” Or “Way to go, mama! You all made it out the door this morning!” If I say “hello” to you, just please greet me in some way that does not include “you’ve got your hands full.”

Living the mom-life means you have full hands, daily. When your kids start to outnumber the arms you have, then you’re overloaded; like a washing machine that is over stuffed with towels that never really get clean. Just like those towels, you feel like you just never quite get it all done in one day, but you keep trying. The washing machine always has a touch-up cycle, and we hopefully have a tomorrow.




I sometimes need to be encouraged by someone who tells me how well I am surviving the day, and how full my heart must be, by being a Mom. Being a Mom is unlike any other earthly experience to me. These amazing little people fill my cup daily, and sometimes they even overflow it. Ok, they always overflow that cup, it sometimes spills all over the floor, and we clean it up together between smiles and hugs. My day as a Mom is like popping the cork off a bottle of champagne, and embracing the overflow of fizzy stuff. The fizzy stuff is fun, unpredictable, messy, full of surprise, sass, spunk, and no two bubbles are ever the same.  My days are always eventful, on the verge of emotional explosion, my girls are innately different, and my love for my girls grows exponentially. My hands are indeed full, but my heart is fuller, and it’s fizzing, bubbling and overflowing, just like that bottle of champagne.


Brittin Schumaker is a mom, a blogger, and a small business owner. During the day she picks up toys and is a made-to-order chef for two amazing girls and a sweet baby boy. At night she sells LuLaRoe at www.brittinsboutique.com, and she blogs at www.crunchofthemom.com. When she sees her husband, they either fall asleep or fall madly in love again.

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