Monday, December 19, 2011
14 Months and Crazier Than Ever
Need an example? I decided that E needed a new car seat. So at 5:30 on a Sunday night the week before Christmas (yesterday), I decide that we are going to embark on a trip to the Toys'R'Us just up the street from our house. (ROOKIE MOM MISTAKE #1). I didn't realize that it would be crazier than the zoo on a summer day. Nor did I realize that the people in that store were going to act like the animals at the zoo. I should've turned around at the door.
Then, I get a cart, the last one there. You know the one, the one that has the bad wheel and is all rusted. Yep, I put my child in that. (ROOKIE MOM MISTAKE #2).
Then we bob and weave our way to the VERY back of the store where the car seats are and then I realize I've made ROOKIE MOM MISTAKE #3. Here's a hint, the car seat boxes are bigger than the cart, which is containing my crazy child and I told my husband he didn't need to go because "I can handle it" Crap!!
So after some finagling, I get the box which I'm sure we could turn into a small condo for E when we get home in the cart and attempt to hold E, who is squirming and screaming to get down, and push this cart, which I can't see over due to the large box.
As we start back up the isle in the store, I realize I'm leaving a trail of casulaties behind me because this store crams the isles with every crap toy they want you to buy right into the isle. As E is screaming, I decided to grab whatever stuffed thing I can reach and hand it to him in hopes that it will calm the toddler. It does (Rookie Mom Mistake #4).
Finally, we get to the checkout. I'm sweating, E's not screaming, momentarily and I realize I have to get through the maze of checkout desks. Seriously?! Finally I spot an open lane, E and sprint over there, the lady scans the car seat so I don't have to take it out of the cart and I pull the toy out of E's hand (which I never had intentions of buying) and ask the lady to restock it. (ROOKIE MOM MISTAKE #5). I quickly became the mom of "that child" yesterday. You know the one you use to judge under your breath because she couldn't control your child. Yep. That was me.
I hand the lady a wad of money and head for the door. The Second we get outside, E turns back into a normal kid. I start to question what they are pumping into the air of that god foresaken place. We get in the car, and head home. I turn on some Christmas music and my little monster promptly starts to sing. As we head home, I'm convinced that was an isolated incident and my child would never do that.. Yep, that's what I'm telling myself. (Rooking Mistake #6).
Oh well. I didn't get one of those cute pictures of E sitting with a stuffed animal or anything because I'm an unorganized mom but I did get one of hiim opening gifts with his cousin and then the standard angelic sleeping picture. Enjoy!