Every parent has heard the annoying saying, "wow you've got your hands full." Whether you have 2 children or 25 children, you hear it almost every place that you go.
I actually don't mind when people say this to me. I do have my hands full. I have three boys ranging from 2 years old to 5 years old. Then I also have a newborn daughter. We do have a lot of responsibility and it doesn't bother me when people say that to us. They are right. I usually laugh and just say, "Yes I do." My problem is that people often say it when I am in the most need and they say it while walking by me as I am struggling.
When I had my three boys we had to go to the store to get some diapers and some other items. We couldn't wait until dad got home. So, I packed up my three boys. My newborn son, my two-year-old, and my three-year-old. We drove to Walmart. My boys were at the age where they didn't want to be in the cart and they would scream if I put them in there, but then when I would let them out of the cart they would run away. Often one kid would run one way and the other one would run in the opposite direction. I made my way to the diapers and I was not messing around. I was determined to get in and out of the store as quickly as possible.
We bought the diapers and then I threw my two-year-old in the seat in the cart. My newborn was in his car seat in the main place of the cart while my three-year-old was holding on to the outside. My toddler kept making his way out of the strap on the cart somehow, so I had to keep pushing him down.
As we made our way through the busy parking lot, we hit a little bump and the huge box of diapers that I had at the bottom of the cart fell out in the middle of the street. I reached down to grab it because my three-year-old wouldn't. As I reached down my two-year-old stood up so I had to go back and grab him.
While all of this is happening a grown man and his two teenage daughters - I would assume them to be his daughters- walked by me. The man smiled and said, "Wow, you've got your hands full." He kept on walking while I tried to grab the box of diapers with one hand, hold my 2-year-old with the other, and make sure my 3-year-old didn't run away.
I am not sure why that man didn't help me. By him stating I had my hands full, he could tell that I was in over my head. It would have taken him two seconds to grab the box of diapers and throw them back in my cart. Heck, he could have even offered to walk the diapers to my car. Instead, he and his daughters walked away laughing at the stressed-out mother.