So, last week I was basking in the first days of summer glow. It was nice outside, nice to sleep in, nice not to have a schedule. I bragged about it. Of course.
And then on Friday, I took all the kids to Fred Meyer in the afternoon to look at bikes for Porter and pick up a few groceries. No biggie. I had been promising this event to Porter for months, and he was super excited. We picked out a bike, got some food, and made it through the check out. Then Cedar decided to climb up on the truck ride (thank you so much for this Fred Meyer), which I did not have 50 cents for. She clung to it for dear life, and after five minutes of pleading and bribing, I had to pry her off, finger by finger. Which then meant I had to carry her, kicking and screaming, like a sack of potatoes, under one arm. I pushed the cart with my other hand, and Porter wheeled the bike. We got out of the door, and Molly had some unknowable crisis, the only solution to which was sitting on the ground and refusing to move while wailing loudly. Cars were coming, it was pouring rain, and I had no free hand to deal with this situation. Strangers smiled in pity.
And just like that, the honeymoon was over.
Also, Monday morning: summer camp. I am the very last parent to drop their kid off. At least he was wearing the green t-shirt. August 20, here we come.
Peace.
Monday, June 3, 2013
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I always wonder if I should offer help in those situations... Stay strong!
ReplyDeleteUsually there's not much anyone can do. It's okay. Not looking annoyed is pretty awesome though.
DeleteYou are a really great writer, Jessy. I love the "unknowable crisis." It really made me laugh. I, myself, know the unknowable crisis very well. I do not, however, know what it's like to have more kids than hands.
ReplyDeleteJessy,
ReplyDeleteThis post was great.
I have had some of my worst kid tantrums in the Anchorage Fred Meyer for some reason. One time it was early in the morning on the weekend, and my child started freaking out and had a major tantrum in the check out line. I looked around, grateful that I was in Anchorage where I didn't know anyone.
When I got back to Kodiak, a high school friend wrote on my facebook wall "Hey Zoya! Was that you or your sister (I have a twin) I saw in the check out line at Fred Meyer? Hope you're good". And here I thought I escaped without anyone witnessing the check out line horrors.
Hang in there...it happens to the best of us. :)
Zoya