So I just read a post on my friend Liz's blog about her son acting up while grocery shopping at Walmart and her having to do a little something to get his attention(great story - I had a good laugh). There was mention of how blogs are not good for self esteem because other peoples kids seem so good. Also how everyone around you and especially those without children know what "perfect parenting" is. So, Liz, just for you . . . . I dedicate this post to bad experiences and bad parenting at the grocery store (by me and my lovely children).
**Just this week we are at the infamous Walmart. Sometimes Easton rides inside the big part of the cart but since I had a lot of food to buy, I told him he had to walk. He does pretty good with following me only if I remind him every 30 seconds. So, we're walking down the frozen food isle in search for some frozen veggies. I hadn't really heard or noticed Easton behind me. I found what I needed and before turning the corner I thought I'd better check to see if he was coming. He was coming alright . . . . . but not without stopping to lick every glass freezer door on the way! A number of people were watching and I was too far away to do anything right away other than to yell at him to stop. He has very selective hearing so of course chose not to listen. He kept working his way down until he met up with me (I had abondoned the cart with the baby/food and my purse because I was so embarrased). Needless to say he got a spank on the butt right there in the store in front of everyone.
**Last week, again at Walmart. Easton kept taking things off the shelf to put in the cart. At first I just calmy told him that we didn't need those things and that he could put it back. He would put things back but would just keep finding other items to put in the cart. As you can guess, with this pattern repeating I had gone down one isle in 10 minutes. Wasn't going to work. I warned Easton one last time to leave the food on the shelves and he chose not to obey. Sometimes when he knows he's in trouble he'll run away from me, which he DID do at this point in time. I chased him down and decided to just put him in the cart. Right as I was putting him in the cart (probably with a little more force than usual) a lady rounded the corner right when Easton yells "Let me go!!!! You hurt my arm mom!!!" She gave me the on-eyed glare and walked by. I felt like I needed to explain what had just happened. ????
**I had to go to Sam's Club to get some stuff for our Young Women in Excellence night. No choice to wait for Scott to get home, I had to go. Mia was just 2-1/2 weeks or so old at the time. I told myself the whole way there that this could only end up a bad experience. To my surprise, the kids helf off until the check out then all at once Mia starts screaming (she doesn't like a binky so there's not much to do until she calms down and stops crying) and Easton, who was trying to climb up the check-out counter, slips and hits his face somewhere and starts screaming. We were checking out at customer service because it was extremely busy. So that put us in a prime location for everyone to sit and stare and me and wonder what I had just done to my 2 kids that are both screaming. /Everyone that walked by me had to make some sort of comment. After many failed attempts to get them both to settle down . . . my face bright red from embarasment . . . nothing worked. As soon as the lady handed me the receipt I sprinted to the exit bypassing the receipt-checker person.
I could go on and on but it would be too long to read. Anyone else have any stories to share?? Come on, it's okay . . . . no one is perfect, we just never blog about those imperfections. :0)