So I took all three kids to the grocery store this afternoon, something I generally try to avoid at all costs. I pushed them around in the cart that has a car on the front-Emma and Aedan in the car, Baby in the seat up front. And I was visibly pregnant. Found that I avoided making eye contact with anyone. There were lots of women there, all with one child, at most two, and then a lot of other women in suits, thin women in suits, pushing the little tiny carts around with only three items in.
And then in front of the milk and eggs section Aedan started singing 'Jesus loves me' really loud and kept singing, only stopping every now and then to whine or yell at his sister.
Felt more Christian, in a psychotic way, than ever before. It didn't fill me with a warm glow. Strangely, I felt a weighted cultural judgment, like I was violating every taboo-consuming too much, over populating the earth, heating up the environment, and raising wacko children.
So I came home and raked all the mowed grass up and made the children clean and clean and clean.