When my daughter is in a hurry or she has to make more than one trip taking toys, clothes, books, etc. to her room, she will announce that she is “too full of hands”.  Most of the time, that means that her hands are full.  Sometimes, it means that she isn’t sure what to do next.  Always, it means that she has to slow down, think and finish the first thing first.

Until she started expressing her status in this way, I spent a lot of time wandering around in the same state without knowing what to call it or how to explain it to anyone.  Thanks to her, I now have the best description of my daily life that I have come across so far.

Undoubtedly, there are days when I feel “too full of hands” in a negative and frustrating way.  After all, I am a wife, mother, daughter, sister, neighbor, friend, Christian and on and on and on.  They are completely separate roles but they are, most certainly, not mutually exclusive.  Rarely, if ever, do I have the chance to only play one at a time and never do I have the option of discarding any of them.

The great thing about being too full of hands, though, is that it can be an incredibly positive predicament.  On any given day, I find myself too full of blessings and too full of laughter and too full of gratitude to think that the bad stuff is more permanent than the good.

Too Full Of Hands, the blog, is my effort to entertain, enlighten and explain a little bit of how I juggle all the roles I play, even when my hands are full!