I started writing this post about 2 hours ago while I was shopping at Kroger. Mainly because I had to get my mind out of that grocery store, where no amount of consoling was calming down my screaming 3-year-old.
We were having a bit of a throw-the-baby-pumpkin-on-the-ground issue, which resulted in losing the pumpkin beneath the shelves somewhere. And then I refused to go get another one. Hence the monster-sized meltdown. No, seriously, he cried (tears and all) for the last 25 minutes we were in the store, and if we didn’t need food something awful, I would’ve left sooner. I was already running through it at a Super Market Sweep pace, while occasionally getting a centimeter from Becks’ nose to calmly remind him to please be quiet mommy is going as fast as she can, whispered under my breath.
I’m pretty sure everyone in the store wanted to stare at us, but they couldn’t because they were probably on their phones dialing Child Protective Services to please save this poor child from the wrath of his non-pumpkin retrieving mother.
Of course, all was right again when we passed the Halloween blow-ups and his mind was taken off of the baby pumpkin mishap. Sheesh.
Once we got home, I played the whole let’s-see-how-many-plastic-grocery-bags-I-can-fit-on-my-arms game since B was at school and Becks’ is only good for carrying in a bag or two before he gets distracted by the soccer ball in the front yard. Do y’all do that? Temporarily risk loss of blood circulation in your arms just for the sake of taking one less trip to the car? You know you do.
Seeeeeriously. I need a weekend. And a tall glass of reisling. OY.