My laptop got a virus on it so we needed to take it to Geek Squad to get it repaired. In the car the girls & I had the 'talk'. You know, the one about how we hold hands & stay next to each other in the store, how we don't run away from mommy, how we don't touch things, yada, yada, yada. The girls happily repeated my instructions & agreed with what I had to say. Well, not two minutes in the store & the girls were running every which way. Taking DVDs & Wii games off the shelf, running from one place to another. Basically, not doing a thing I told them to do. At one point I picked up Ashby & she started yelling 'down' & trying to wriggle out of my arms. So, like any good mom, I bribe her. I tell her I'll take her to a special place when we get done if she behaves.
What 'special place' was I going to take them to? I had NO idea. But I was willing to bribe them with just about anything if they would stand by me like good little girls & behave.
No can do. The girls continue to misbehave & I continue to look like that mom. You know, the one where all people within 10 feet of you glare at you, stare at you, & are thinking you are the worst mom in the world. You know you've done it before in stores. I certainly have. Well today, I was that mom.
5 minutes later (but what seemed like 60) we were ready to leave. As we walk back to the car, everybody holding hands & walking nicely (why couldn't the girls do that in the store??!!) Ashby continues to chant 'special place' & Kennedy asks me where we are going. Ummmm, did you girls witness what occurred inside the store??!! We are heading HOME!
Well, when the girls heard that we were no longer heading to a special place, the meltdown started. Ashby tried to run away from me in the parking lot & Kennedy started to cry. I had to force Ashby into her carseat because she was arching her back & stiffening her legs. You know, when you have to stick your elbow in between their legs to get them buckled in. And you are sweating profusely because this 22 lb 2-year old is STRONG!
As I get into the car both girls are hysterically crying. So of course, like any good mom, I take a picture of them. Isn't that what you would do in a situation like this?
As you can see these girls were NOT happy! Sorry girls, but not listening to mommy gets you a trip home, not a visit to a special place. Of course they calmed down once we got home, and we talked about why they didn't get to go to a special place, and the importance of listening to mommy when we go out. But man, what a rough afternoon!
While I was in the car with two screaming girls in the back, I just kept silently reminding myself (or was it convincing myself. Ha!) that I love my girls, I love being a stay-at-home mom, & I wouldn't trade it for the world.
I know today will be a much better day (fingers crossed), but I was very happy when bed time rolled around last night. Sweet dreams girls. Mama needs a stiff drink!
AMEN! On days like that, or simply in a mere 15-30 minutes of that you feel like you have just been totally whipped by a CHILD. How does that happen?
ReplyDeleteWe have had to have a complete time out, screaming and flailing and all in the middle of the refrigerated section of the grocery store. I even put her down and held her down on that NASTY ground in one of the back halls that even I would not want to get down on. Thankfully we had wipes and hand sanitizer for after the episode was over!
Emerson makes me that mom a lot!! Bless your heart!
ReplyDeleteOh mercy. Those situations are the worst! Kaiser has totally done the same thing, where he asks for the reward that I offered, after acting like a complete terror! Hope you treated yourself to that drink!
ReplyDeleteParenting on display, that's a tough one! And while we don't want to worry about what others think and just focus on getting our kids hearts and behavior in the right place, it's hard not to feel the burning eyes of others:(. Thanks for stopping by my blog, your girls are adorable!
ReplyDeleteI love that this happens to other people too. I think "Misery loves company" is appropriate here as both my own little wonderful girls make me THAT mom on too many occasions to count and it makes me feel good that I'm not alone.
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