The grocery store…with well rested kids.
Claire was terrible.
This is how it went today.
The whole entire time.
I tried to make it fun, I gave boundries then disiplined, I tried to assign her jobs so she would have a purpose, and I spanked her. But like a wild animal possessed, she only wanted two things….to climb shelving units or to drag behind the shopping cart.
She crawled on the floor twice. She dramatically fake-fell on the floor 4 times.
She pretended she needed to go potty, then refused to go once we got in there.
She tried to open a bag of cookies on the shelf.
She slapped her sister in the back of the head for no reason.
She tossed random items in the shopping cart.
She tried to run away and hide behind other shoppers while laughing like a tiny maniac.
She grabbed the shopping cart and rammed it into my shins.
She threw a bottle of pine-sol over her head backwards so it busted the cap on the floor.
It’s not at all ideal, but she finally defeated me and I gave up and just drug her dangling off the cart.
I totally cried a little in the checkout line out of frustration. At that point I was no longer speaking as kindly as I ought to my children. I saw people giving me the side eye for being scary mom. (Or maybe because I looked unstable)
Just when I could not handle any more, like an angel directly from Heaven a sweet friend was waiting in our driveway when we pulled in with fresh-handmade-from-scratch cinnamon rolls for us. And she helped carry groceries in. And she wanted to go see Caroline’s puppy. So treats, help AND kiddie distraction… EXACTLY what I needed.
Lynn stopped by on his lunch break and put both girls down for their nap. He must have been stern because I just now walked past Claire’s room and she is loudly fake snoring, but not moving a muscle.
Y’all pray for me.