I've always said that my life is pretty much an open book. Questions about my kids, my life, disabilities, finances... none of that bothers me and especially answering the questions when it will be to the benefit of someone else... I really genuinely don't mind.
Tonight we went to Wal-Mart. Just the kids and I so Mike could work on his paper for school. Half way through our trip a man and lady- he was probably in his early 40's and she in her mid-30's- had a 1 yr old little boy with them and asked my kids' ages. I told them and the man looked at me and stumbled upon that BOUNDARY to the idea that my life is an open book.
Let's just say my response was "actually, two are adopted" and I walked away with the reddest face I've had in quite some time. I don't suppose my life is THAT much of an open book!!!!!
On the other hand, a nice older gentleman offerred to push my cart out to the car for me- I had a double stroller, K was walking, and Bria in the cart. I very much appreciated his offer and would have taken him up on it if Brianna wasn't being so anti-social and I thought she'd be nice about it LOL. People kept saying 'hi' and instead she'd look away and shake her haid 'no' all day. It's nice to know there's nice people out there though :) Especially after the last guy...