{Re-posted from my old TypePad blog}
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…your children feel sorry for families with only six or seven children.
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…even your friends aren’t sure how many children you have.
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…your family no longer fits in a 15 passenger van.
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..complete strangers feel welcome to comment on your fertility and contraceptive methods.
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…you have to carry three health insurance cards in your wallet- because that’s how many it takes to fit everyone’s name.
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…you take the wrong child to the dentist…simply because your handwriting on the calendar was messy and both started with a “j”.
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…grocery shopping for 30 children and 12 adults for a two day camp constitutes a “small” shopping trip for you.
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You find yourself relating some small incident to your husband and starting with the words, “Well, I only boiled twenty-six eggs for breakfast…”
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…you buy a 40 pound box of bananas intending to make banana bread and freeze a bunch for smoothies…but your children eat them all first.
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…you find an afternoon root canal relaxing.
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…it takes you twenty-three minutes on the phone to schedule your children’s dental appointments.
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…you’ve given up on using your toaster entirely and make all of your toast under the broiler in you oven.
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…you are seriously tempted by the stacking cribs you see at Goodwill for $19.99…and you’re not even pregnant.
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…you find yourself thinking, “Wow, the house is so quiet and peaceful with only nine children”.
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…you have enough children to constitute not one, but TWO large families.
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…you have a laundry basket devoted entirely to lonely socks seeking their mate.
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…when you can’t take all of your children to the doctor’s office at the same time because the waiting room has only 10 seats.
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…when you still have seven children that are required by law to sit in a carseat or booster seat.
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…you call the doctor to get your children tetnus shots, and they tell you they don’t have enough in the office and need to order more from the health department.
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…you take up more than one entire pew in church.
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…you take only half of your children to the library, and STILL get asked if they’re all yours.
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…you go to fill your children’s flouride prescription at the phamacy and you clean them out of every pill they have…and it’s still not enough.
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…you spend sixty dollars on socks…and not everyone gets new socks.
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…you go shopping at Costco and the cashier asks if you’re having a soccer barbecue.
