I'm a freak of nature

or at least that is what I felt like last night. I went to a mom's night out spa night with a group I joined a while back, but never had the chance to go to any of the meet ups. Life just gets in the way like that. So I had my massage and went out to wait for my eyebrows to be done. The massage was nice, but too short at just 1/2 hour. I had a hard time relaxing because I just kept thinking about how gross my body is. *sigh*  I finally met some of the moms in the group. They were made up of mostly beautiful, skinny put together moms. You know the type, the ones who have full hair and make-up done even though it is 7am and they are just going to go home to scrub the bathroom.  Man, did I feel frumpy! There was one mom I was able to  sort of connect too. Why you ask? Well because she was wearing a faded sweatshirt and jogging pants. She also had that I'm exhausted look on her face. Yippee! So I inched my way over and began to talk. I was very nervous, I always am when it comes to meeting new people. So I found out she had a four year old boy and just adopted a baby girl in the beginning of this month. Now comes that loaded question, "How many kids do you have?" Geez, I knew it was coming, there was no avoiding it. So,  of course I said four (one of these days I'm going to say ten.) and then the reactions started "Oh My God!" "I thought we were crazy with 3!" "You must be so busy." Then they asked what the ages were and I was greeted by more astonishment. Crap, you would have thought I just told these women I turned in to a werewolf at the full moon. Of course, I just smiled and explained we were done with 3, but then came a little surprise (and in my opinion the best kind of surprise). Why do I feel the need to justify the amount of children I have? It really is nobody's business but mine. Then mom in the sweatpants asked what my husband did when I replied teacher, she said "Wow, then you guys must really scraping by!" Seriously, what the Hell? Her reaction just kind of stunned me. I replied "Yep because after all no one with real important jobs get the money they deserve." I did not ask what her husband did. I just wanted to leave, but had to wait for my brow wax. It was uncomfortable, all these women obviously knew each other and I was just an outsider. Oh sure, they tried to include me in their conversations but it was forced.  Finally, came my turn to get waxed. The waxer,  is that the correct term? Was going on and on about how the eyebrows define the face and that I should get mine done frequently. Honestly, I get mine done about once a year. I could care less what they look like. Heck, I don't even wear make up. Yes, I know it is a shocker!    She asked when the last time I had a facial was and I told her never. I explained I had kids and didn't treat myself to things like that. She also tried to talk me into tattooing eyebrows on. Seriously, what the hell was this? So, she took hot wax, put it on my face and ripped it off quickly with some sort of paper and I paid her to do this! Why do women do these things? After that I got to leave. On the way home I was thinking of what had transpired and was mad at myself for feeling the need to justify how many kids I have. Then I could hear my mom telling me to never feel bad for having a baby because they are miracles and have a purpose.  So from now on, when asked how many kids I have, I will reply 4 beautiful ones and not justify it by saying Lauren was a surprise.