Happy Mother’s Day!!! Was one of the phrases I got woke up to this morning. The perfect start to a lazy Sunday. My plans for the day were to start working on pictures for a couple of hours, grocery store and then a fun outing with the kids. Who knew that major chaos was soon approaching…
I worked on pictures for about an hour before having a set back which put my work at a stand still. I took it as a sign to just get ready and head to HEB. I usually wait to go to the store when I do not have the kids, or Chris gladly goes for me. Since these were not options for me, I had to get there today…I ran out of coffee this morning. As soon as we got the cart, Miss Lydia has a complete tantrum because I had to get the big cart and not one of the smaller ones. She screams bloody murder as we walk in. The store was packed. You couldn’t move a few feet without bumping into someone. I pull us over and explained to her that the little one was not an option and I needed a lot of help to push the big one. I told her though, if you scream and cry you aren’t much help to me and you are not behaving the way little girls need to behave. She saw the importance of helping me push the big cart so she stopped and went to the cart. Of course, Dane already had his hands on the handle and she flipped! Throws herself to the floor, but not before smacking the crap out of Dane’s head. People are staring and I have reached total embarrassment. After grabbing her and putting her in the cart, I explain she cannot come out until the screaming and crying is over. I go into a few other things like sharing the pushing responsibilities, but I’m not going into all that. She stops pretty quick and after a promise of sharing the pushing duty I let her out. The way this all works, and most of you mommies and daddies can agree with me. When you have one under control the next one is sure to make up for it.
Dane, who is 5, is acting like a 2 year old in the store. My tolerance for him misbehaving is a lot shorter because he knows and can control his emotions more than a 3 year old. By the time number 2 acts up I am pretty emotionally drained. He starts acting like a wild monkey. Running, screaming, smacking Lydia as he passes her, which then gets her running, screaming and then going for her revenge. After that moment it was all a blur. After the major incident of him really acting out, I react differently than calm and collected. I didn’t spank him, but I got his attention. He of course screamed as loud as he could and cried and threw himself on the floor blocking peoples way. I was too embarrassed to look at people’s faces. I’m not sure if they thought I was the meanest mom in the world or if they had pitty on me. I was hoping for the latter. I considered leaving the store right then and there, but my house was bare. Oh, and did I mention I ran out of coffee for the morning? There is no way I could wait for Chris, so I had to finish the job. Instead, I starred at the muffin and cakes mixes and my kids were sitting in time out in the aisle. Usually I don’t do this when it’s this crowded, but it had to be done. Like I said, I starred at the muffin mixes and just started to cry.
As I’m coming across the wine section, I pull in the aisle. Looking for my favorite wine to chill with tonight. Ahhh, I found it! AS I am grabbing it, the man stocking the wine bottles he tells me that I cannot buy this till noon. I look at him with tears starting to well up my eyes, and I responded back with a “but you have no idea what I have been through this morning! I cannot come back with my kids, I may leave them here if I do.” Not sure if kidding with the man was really the way to go, but he had disapproval on his face. It was my crappy attempt to try and find humor in a stressful situation. I don’t think he got my sense of humor. ..
Finally it’s checkout time and my kids have the audacity to ask me for toys, buddy bucks, chocolate, balloons anything they could see in the lane. We make it through checkout in a reasonable fashion, the man who was bagging my stuff looks into my eyes and his focus was intense. I probably was “the one to look out for” by security and he knew it. At least that was what was going through my mind when I saw the way he was looking at me. I smiled and said no thanks I got it.
As I am driving out of the parking lot I realize one crucial thing. I FORGOT MY FREAKING COFFEE!!! Dane responded with “well it’s not like we can’t go back and get it.” Yeah right, I cannot show my face in HEB again.