I hate going to the store with all of my kids. This is my preface for this story. Last week I decided that I would venture out with the kids after we got McKenna from school. We needed to go to three places.... Target, Costco and Albertson's. We made it through the first two places just great and then while we were at Albertson's it began. My kids have to see the lobster tank every time we walk in that place. No problems. Then we went to get the one and only thing we needed from there... Soda Pop. I loaded my cart chuck full with 10 12packs and took my kids to the check out. I hate that they have food and goodies there. Easton saw cheeto's. Even worse. He asked me for them I said no and the tantrum began. Then he decided to be mad at Hunter and started to hit and punch.... (yes punch) all the while I am trying to get the pop onto the counter becuase not one of them was the same kind. McKenna is trying to tell me what's going on play by play and then Easton got so mad that he took his coat off and threw it on the floor and started to really scream and get mad. The checker was a guy!.... Not that I have anything against guy checkers but they don't understand mom's at all. After what seemed to be thirty minutes he was paid and I lifted my baby boy and carried him out screaming and my other kids followed with mad expressions on their faces. Now the really funny thing about this is we were passing the small little bank stand on the way out and all three tellers were laughing hysterically at me, then we passed other customers who were laughing too. I guess I had to make someone's day funny..... Just not mine. When we finally got to the car I put the kids in and the pop and had to sit there for another twenty minutes while my screaming kid calmed himself down enough for me to buckle him in his seat belt. When it was all said and done he said and I qoute this verbatum because he has said it many many times after he's thrown a big fit....."That fun mommy. Let's go now. I done."
Oh what to do with life somedays. We roll with the punches and realize that kids will be kids and look at their sleeping little faces at night and remember why we had them and why we love 'em so much. I just need to remember I can't go alone with all three kids any more....... (Daddy can come with us next time.)
Oh what to do with life somedays. We roll with the punches and realize that kids will be kids and look at their sleeping little faces at night and remember why we had them and why we love 'em so much. I just need to remember I can't go alone with all three kids any more....... (Daddy can come with us next time.)
2 comments:
That funny mom! Gotta love 'em.
Oh sweet little easton.
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