Could Be Worse

March 28, 2009 at 1:44 pm 6 comments

As the day started out, I made the grocery list, got the boys dressed, and slapped on a bit of makeup (lest I be asked at the grocery store checkout again if it’s a WIC order.)

Could be worse.

I had my 8 feet of overpriced stretchy cotton…aka my Moby wrap…bandaged around me, ready to wear my living accessory while shopping. I packed snacks and cell phone, coupons and diapers and we were close to making our way out when baby had the audacity to touch Sam’s fire truck. Long story short, Sam ended up in a time out…that he seemed to enjoy… for his unwillingness to share. I spot baby on the floor eating my grocery list.

Could be worse.

Max had an unexpected poop, Sam needed to use the potty before we left, and I was getting hungry. Wow, almost lunchtime already? Baby was tired, hungry and fussy. So, off with the Moby, up with my shirt, and introduce hope that a quick snack would suffice…and perhaps lull baby into a milk coma that would last until we got home. No such luck.

But, could be worse.

Get coats and shoes on ….Sam rambles, “Can doggie come with us? No. okay. Just baby then.”… Sam hops in his seat …I click baby’s carrier in the base ….Crap, I forgot to rewrite the list (or bring the chewed pieces of the old one) ….Turn the key in the ignition, and just before driving off I hear, “Mommy, can you buckle me in?”

Could I be a worse mom?

We got to the store and I asked Sam if he would rather ride in a car-shaped cart or go to the Eagle’s Nest (childcare room). I hoped he’d choose Eagle’s Nest, so he chose car cart. After testing three carts, he decides on one and we’re ready for some shopping. Max was drowsy, so I left him in his carrier and hoped he would nap while I shopped. No such luck.

But could be worse, I know.

Max was fine as long as I kept moving, but would cry at every stop. Sam was whiney. I was hot, hungry, and annoyed. My bag kept falling off my shoulder and their was no room in the stupid undersized car cart for the bag, baby and groceries.

Could be worse though.

Sam’s whining prompted me to offer him his snack.
“Here Sam, do you want some Goldfish?” …I handed him the bag ‘o fish and reached in the bag for hand-sanitizing wipes. “Here. Wipe your hands firsss….Nevermind.”

Could be….you know.

So, we finally get to the check out line and Sam spots the “Cars” movie playing in the Eagle’s Nest.

Not much could be worse.

He eventually agreed to go home after a popsicle bribe, and Max finally fell asleep (now that it’s time to go).

Things could always be worse.

We pull up in front of the house and Sam has a breakdown because we’re home. “I want to go back to the grocery store and watch Cars. I don’t want to be home!”

Oh, well.

I leave both kids strapped in while I bring the groceries in. After he’s released, Sam gets out of the car to greet the dog who is sniffing out another good place to pee. Before I had a chance to carry the baby up the steps, Sam took off down the neighbor’s driveway and into their yard. I set the baby down on the sidewalk and chased after him ..when merely shouting for him to come back didn’t yield desired results.

Could be worse…

After I chased him far enough into the neighboring yard that the baby was out of my sight, I went back to pick up the carrier. I got half way toward baby in front of the house when I saw Sam run toward the road in the back of the house. He turned the corner and ran to the end of the block. I had to abandon the baby in his carrier in front of the house…on the sidewalk. I ran as fast as I could, screaming Sam’s name at the full capacity of my lungs. My bellowing caught the attention of the driver of an oncoming car, who stopped in case the boy stepped off the curb. Sam froze at the sight of the car and I was able to get him.

Could definately be worse.

I grabbed his hand and we ran together back to the baby who was thankfully safe and sound on the sidewalk in front of the house.

It could definitely be worse.

“I’m sorry I runned away mommy. I’m sorry I runned away.”

ME: **silent**

“Mommy, I’m sorry I runned away. I’m sorry I runned away momma.”

ME: **silent**

I took his coat off without saying a word, carried him upstairs without a sound. I knew a time out wouldn’t phase him today. I had to spank him. He has to learn that running away is beyond unacceptable. I tried to explain to him as he wailed why he had to get that swat. Then I told him he had to stay in his room for a while. (i.e. until I calmed down). For the next hour I periodically stood at the bottom of the steps to listen to him. He cried for a while, then recovered. Eventually he started to play, then was silent. I went up to the top of the steps to see if he fell asleep. He was sitting on the floor beside his bed. When he saw me, he ran up to the doorway with an immediate, sincere apology. “I’m sorry I runned away,” his humble voice poured out in remorse.

We sat on the steps and had a talk about why it is such a huge no-no to run away like that. I told him that a car could give him a boo-boo that a band-aid couldn’t fix and it would be very scary. He looked at me with a wide-eyed fear and understanding. I told him that I forgave him and he dove into me with a huge loving hug and a heartfelt “I wuv you, momma!”

Yeah, life could be worse….


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6 Comments Add your own

  • 1. ck  |  March 29, 2009 at 12:12 pm

    “Mommy, can you buckle me in?”

    Let’s just say that I have to keep a bag of M&Ms in the car for my older daughter for when I buckle in her sister, walk around to the other side of the car, get in and buckle myself in.

    Yeaaah. It’s the only way to keep her from taking it personally.

    I’m so glad Sam is okay! I went through the *exact* same thing with my daughter when she ran out in the middle of the street. But luckily after the spank and later the hugs and discussion she has never done it since. She knows, verbatim, that we don’t mess around with safety.

  • 2. KathyB!  |  March 29, 2009 at 1:26 pm

    What an afternoon. You poor thing. They don’t write about this stuff in the baby books and when it happens it’s so completely beyond the realm of anything you EVER could have expected… And you’re right things could be a lot worse. In fact I think yo uhandled it perfectly, so in a way, things couldn’t get much better. Convoluted logic but I totally believe it 🙂

  • 3. faemom  |  March 30, 2009 at 8:24 pm

    You’re doing a great job! It’s hard to keep everything together. I too believe in spanking when there is real danger. Nothing like putting the fear of God in them.

  • 4. Tiffany  |  March 31, 2009 at 1:10 am

    Been there, sister. You’re a great Mom and you’re right, it could be worse! 🙂

  • 5. Gibby  |  March 31, 2009 at 3:08 pm

    That is so scary. I keep telling my kids that I am not giving them rules to be a mean mommy, but to keep them safe. It takes things like this to actually get them to sort of understand that.

    One of my favorite lines:
    “I hoped he’d choose Eagle’s Nest, so he chose car cart.”

  • 6. Carolee  |  April 3, 2009 at 3:20 am

    Wow, glad everyone’s ok. I used to babysit and one time when we were riding the trolley at the park, one of the kids got off at a stop with a crowd . I had to yell for the driver to stop- I jumped off & got the kid. Good thing I was paying attention!


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