As today is Wednesday, we had no end of errands. For most of the errands it was the 5 of us. I think anytime people see a family bigger than 4, they tend to just see a group. Which is why we sometimes affectionately call our family “The Thundering Horde”.
But, after the library and the 2nd vet trip (sigh), the boys were too tired and so the girls continued on alone. When we aren’t “The Thundering Horde”, JGirl gets waaaay more than her fair share of attention – I mean, who couldn’t let this face go past without commenting:
But how cute my daughter is, is not why I’m frowning.
The last stop of the day was the grocery store for a component of our meal that I completely forgot. It is not a store I frequent normally, but it is the closest one to our new home.
The checker was oohing and aahing over JGirl and trying to get her to talk to her. But then JGirl got a bit nervous when she called a few of her friends over. The checker said ‘oh it’s ok she just wants to know if Mom….(looks at me) Gra….(still looking at me)….” and I correct her. “It’s mom.” :( It is the gray hair? Is it the look of exhaustion? Or is it that I have friends my age who really ARE grandma’s? Sigh. I don’t know. But it was a crappy way to end the day!
Ah yes….we are so proud of being moms at older ages nowadays (even looking down at younger women who choose to be moms “early”), yet anyone who does so gets the g-ma comments. Guess we’re a society of contradictions.
I go through that all the time. It happened again today as a senior citizen couple passed us and the man said, “Oh Grandma’s got duty today!” I said, “Mom!” and it scared him and he couldn’t say anything at all and kept on going! LOL Of course I have a LOT of gray hair and I am about 6 or 7 weeks older than you! :o) My step sister is 11 days older than me and has two grandchildren, so… I refuse to use Miss Clairol anymore. The American Cancer Society lists it in the top ten cancer causing agents commonly found in the home. (Talcum powder is #1)
When Amanda was 15 months old we left the older kids with my brother and his wife, while we went Christmas shipping. We were at Shari’s having dinner and the waitress asked us if she was our grand-daughter… I was 33 at the time. *sigh*
It probably wasn’t personal, hair-related, or anything. I’m a younger mom in my new neighborhood and most of my friends my age aren’t even married yet! You’re the perfect age for your kids, whatever age they are and whatever age you are. 🙂
She probably has been in too many of these conversations and she’s starting to get confused.
Your daughter is adorable. I enjoyed looking at the pics on this page (don’t know if I’ll have time to go any further).
I’m sorry you are under a lot of stress. 🙁 I hope things will calm down for you soon.