Yesterday I had to stop to the store to get a few grocery items. I was really tired so I decided to go after I picked up the children from school. I should have known things were going to go badly when I had to fuss at two of them before we were even out of the van.
Now, let me tell you something about myself you may not know: I’m an old-fashioned parent mixed in with the cool mom. I’ve already raised a child so I have certain expectations when it comes to behavior and listening. I don’t understand today’s generation where a parent or other authority figure has to tell them something more than once. “In my day” those kids were labeled “bad.” Although my oldest daughter Amber wasn’t perfect I didn’t have to talk to her nearly as much as I talk to these children.
Once inside the store I have to tell the 5 year old (for the millionth time) that we are not at the playground so stop spinning around and come stand next to the cart. Two minutes later I send her to the bathroom with her older sister to get her nose cleaned (it was a diversion) and to see if she needed to use the bathroom.
While they were gone my 8-year-old son and I enjoyed shopping in the produce section. I had him read the cost of the vegetables and fruits. Weigh the potatoes and figure out how much they would be and some other random math and food stuff. It was glorious… until his sisters came back.
I must admit that my middle daughter, who’s 7, is normally well behaved because her siblings often aren’t so she makes an extra effort. My only issue with her is she doesn’t feel well a lot, so she says, and complains… she holds her forehead, she grips her stomach, she in general, looks pitiful making me feel horrible.
By the time the trip is over the little one has her nasty thumb in her mouth (which I’ve told her to take out of her mouth from the time she got in the van at the school), my son is stopping every few feet to look at something or touch something (even thought I always tell him to stop.touching.that!) and his worry-we-will-leave-him sister says every.single.time, “Where’s Andre? Andre?! Come on!” At the checkout… I always go through the self checkout so I don’t have to talk to anyone else… the middle one is leaning on the cart, the youngest is leaning on me and you never know where the boy is. Eventually I’ll find him, turn around to finish scanning my groceries, step to the left or right to grab something and trip over him. Yup, now he’s standing next to me and I didn’t know it. Why can’t he be still? That was another button.
We leave and by now I’m annoyed enough – I didn’t tell you everything! – to tell them that I never had these problems with their sister Amber and immediately know I need to stop saying that. Today, I need only take one of them at a time or none of them. If only just to maintain my sanity because by the time we got home my brain, ears and body was so tired all I wanted to do was get in bed. Was that possible? For a mom, nope, not even close.
All the pictures above are of my three youngsters over the past nine months … don’t let their cute looks fool you! :-)