The following post was written about my life four years ago, as a sample entry for the blog contest I have recently entered.  In the end, I did not submit it, choosing instead to submit ,  ‘If you eat it, the guilt will come…’ 

I am not Angelina Jolie. But after today, I think I know what it’s like to be stalked by paparazzi.
At Costco today, pushing a cart with a baby seat and pulling a cart with a baby seat, while the older kids walked and held on, people stared, whispered, and rubbernecked.
I answered ‘yes, they’re all mine’ 10 times before arriving at the meat counter. I began contemplating having ‘yes, they’re all mine’ put on a t-shirt to save me time and repetition, but realized that with these oversized twin-feeding breasts, the meaning could easily be misconstrued.
As this was my first shopping outing with all the kids, the babies only 3 months old, all I could think about was getting it done, and FAST!!
I was looking at the ground beef, when suddenly we were surrounded by five smiling butcher ladies in white uniforms, covered liberally in blood, oohing and ahhing over my kids. The kids stared in shocked silence and it took Jack a full minute to begin his usual listing of names and ages that he provides out of habit, sometimes without even being asked. Athough I love talking to people about my kids, I began to panic that I wouldn’t finish my shopping before the babies woke for feeding.
After that, I kept my head down and we got out of there fast. We even had lunch in the restaurant and loaded the car before the babies stirred.
I am euphoric! I survived Costco, with the kids!
Maybe I will get a t-shirt made after all.