Isn't it funny that no matter how hard we plan, or how prepared we are, things don't always turn out like you think when it comes to life with a toddler. Our trip to Publix yesterday was a great example of that truth! I spent over an hour Sunday night working on my grocery list. I haven't been this inspired since last fall before I was pregnant. I perused Food Network's site for new recipes and laid out my list in categories according to the aisles in the store! Right before bed, I even set out my coupon book, list, and packed snacks/toys in my purse ready to entertain Lucas.
Everything was perfect and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Skip ahead to the next day.
We get out of the house around 10:30. Lucas had been pretty happy all morning, except for a brief spout of tears as he begged to go to work with Daddy. As we're settling in and enjoying a snack (all pregnant women understand the importance of snacks - especially when morning sickness is still lingering), I tell Lucas about our plans for the morning - the bank, the alterations store, getting gas and finally to Publix. When we finally got to the store, we're both in great moods. Lucas is sitting in the top of the "car" grocery cart, pretending to drive and trying desperately to be patient until we make it to the bakery for a free cookie. About 15 minutes into our endeavor, all hell breaks loose. Tears, thrashing about, flailing arms, and loud screams surrond me. I look around, surely this isn't my perfect little angel? Someone must of switched kids with me while I was distracted by the jarred gravy - sounds gross I know, but Southern Living recommended it. I quickly pull out my first attempt at peace - a red truck. Ahh, quiet once again. We start heading up the cereal aisle, when it happens again. This time, I'm not so nice, but instead offer quiet suggestions in my serious "Mommy tone" of what will happen if this behavior doesn't stop. The cycle continues, as we move up and down the store. I am determined to get every item on my list and no amount of stares from strangers is going to stop me. It's by the frozen waffles that I decided to make a detour to the bathrooms for a spanking. I've never done that in a grocery store, but desperate times call for desperate measures. We finally finished up in the produce section and I am exhausted. The trip home was quiet (thank you, Jesus) and I send Lucas to his room to "think about what he has done" while I unload the mountain of food from my car.
I still can't understand what exactly went wrong. I guess no amount of planning to prevent a melt down of epic proportion. All I do know is that I understand why God invented naptimes. Surely, no Mommy could stay sane without them!
Everything was perfect and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Skip ahead to the next day.
We get out of the house around 10:30. Lucas had been pretty happy all morning, except for a brief spout of tears as he begged to go to work with Daddy. As we're settling in and enjoying a snack (all pregnant women understand the importance of snacks - especially when morning sickness is still lingering), I tell Lucas about our plans for the morning - the bank, the alterations store, getting gas and finally to Publix. When we finally got to the store, we're both in great moods. Lucas is sitting in the top of the "car" grocery cart, pretending to drive and trying desperately to be patient until we make it to the bakery for a free cookie. About 15 minutes into our endeavor, all hell breaks loose. Tears, thrashing about, flailing arms, and loud screams surrond me. I look around, surely this isn't my perfect little angel? Someone must of switched kids with me while I was distracted by the jarred gravy - sounds gross I know, but Southern Living recommended it. I quickly pull out my first attempt at peace - a red truck. Ahh, quiet once again. We start heading up the cereal aisle, when it happens again. This time, I'm not so nice, but instead offer quiet suggestions in my serious "Mommy tone" of what will happen if this behavior doesn't stop. The cycle continues, as we move up and down the store. I am determined to get every item on my list and no amount of stares from strangers is going to stop me. It's by the frozen waffles that I decided to make a detour to the bathrooms for a spanking. I've never done that in a grocery store, but desperate times call for desperate measures. We finally finished up in the produce section and I am exhausted. The trip home was quiet (thank you, Jesus) and I send Lucas to his room to "think about what he has done" while I unload the mountain of food from my car.
I still can't understand what exactly went wrong. I guess no amount of planning to prevent a melt down of epic proportion. All I do know is that I understand why God invented naptimes. Surely, no Mommy could stay sane without them!
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