Two stops. That’s all we had to do today. It should have been fine. I had two hours before nap time. That should be plenty of time before a melt down set in.
First stop, BevMo. You know today was the last day of the 5 cent sale. Gotta stock pile while you can. Yes, we walked over to TJ Maxx to return that ridiculous blouse. (What ever was I thinking?) And we were all laughs, the boys were running, the sun was shining down…la la la. They had a snack to keep the good mood going on our Monday routine. On to the grocery store we go.
We were fine going in. But I did something stupid. To be nice, I gave the boys a chocolate donut. Ok, I got a bite too. But that was really dumb of me looking back. Typically, I swing by the bakery section for a sugar cookie, but they weren’t into it and saw the chocolate donuts with sprinkles. I was suckered in for the moment. I. Will. Never. Do. That. Again.
I won’t go into the total gory details. Let’s just cut to the chase. BabyD has a complete meltdown in the dairy section. Screaming so loudly. He wants down. Because he’s a total Californian, he also thinks he can walk around the grocery store bare footed. I think that’s gross. So no. He doesn’t like that. He won’t sit down in the cart. He won’t walk with shoes. More screaming. I hold. I bribe. I pat his back. I give him a time out against the yogurts. Nothing works. Just 3 more items to go. He weighs 35 pounds and I cannot (and will not) carry him and push the cart while BigBoy is on the end. I can’t steer for god’s sakes. Still screaming and I can’t tell if I purchased the pork chops on sale or not. Shit.
Do I just leave this full basket right here and yank my kids out of the store? Only 2 more items to go. Can’t we pull it together and get out of here calmly? A lady approaches offering anything in her cart to make the screaming stop. Another lady nods with sympathy. BabyD is still screeching down the cracker isle. An old lady humphs, gives me the stink eye, and puts her fingers in her ears as I walk by. Really. I’m not kidding. [read the title of this post]
I actually get him calmed down enough to help me unload the cart. Somewhat. Still a mild level of sobbing. I’m forced to pick him up, sorta steer (just barely missed the big woman in the electric cart). Let’s just get out of here!!! People were staring. I get to the car, unload, get in, and pull out of the parking lot and scream. A few times. Now BigBoy’s crying because I’ve scared him. I apologize and I think he really gets it. He’s tired of BabyD crying too.
I need to rearrange when I do the grocery shopping. I can’t do it with two. Forget it. Yes, I’m an idiot and gave him the donut. Yes, it was close to his nap time. But the last two times we were at the grocery store were challenging too. I’ve got to make a change to save myself. This was TOO MUCH.
Nap time then wasn’t long enough and there was another round of melt downs later in the day. Somehow, I got through it and eventually got past my anger and frustration. 5:30 couldn’t come fast enough. Here’s the funny part. BigBoy at dinner said that it would all be better if BabyD was a big brother too. Husband and I had to laugh. What else are you going to do after a day like today? Cheers, I’m having three glasses tonight.
WoW!! Help meeeeeeee…..