Sometimes I wish we could wear signs or have info floating above our heads so everyone could understand the struggles everyone else has. At Black Friday we took mom's car, which has a handicapped tag (but not license plate). We only used it once, and we got some looks. But it was our fourth stop, and I wanted to tell those girls "I have bone degeneration in my feet. Walking HURTS."
I recently read a story about an adoptive mom in line at the store. The mom in front of her was trying to wrangle five kids, two blonde like her and three Hispanic, and having trouble with her ebt card. The couple behind her was making snide remarks about welfare and baby daddies because they couldn't see that she was obviously a foster mom. Luckily, the woman telling the story helped the mom with five kids, then scolded the snotty couple.
Anyway, sorry to take the soapbox so early.
Sometimes I have big feelings when I wake up.