Better Michelle Duggar than me
I am a wimp.
A selfish, whiny little wimp who complains about lack of sleep. Who gripes about cleaning a 1,600 square foot house and ever-climbing food bills. Who will quickly complain about 18 months of foot-in-the rib pregnancy. Strike that -- 17 months, because both guys were two weeks early.
I am nothing when compared to Michelle Duggar of Arkansas -- no word on whether she lives near Opossum Trot -- who just announced that bun No. 18 is in the oven.
Michelle's latest is due New Year's Day, so no extra tax deduction for this year, dang it. She's already has spent 135 months pregnant with children range in age from 20 years to nine months.
She and her husband, Jim Bob -- definitely a solid Opossum Trot name -- own a 7,000 square foot house and spend $2,000 a month on food.
I have the nerve to bemoan five years spent changing diapers -- the Duggars have gone through 90,000 to date. The family built their own home -- I can't even keep hammer in a nail straight.
I simply cannot imagine living in their world. Though at times the guys can create the chaos of 18 kids, when it comes right down to it, I'm still responsible for only two, not an entire baseball team.
So happy Mother's Day, Michelle, times 17.
And happy Mother's Day to everyone else out there who survives the traumas big and small and experiences the joys of what I call the most challenging and rewarding job I've ever had.
Copyright 2008 Debra Legg. All rights reserved.