We had to shop. I needed to get toilet paper and other essentials (okay and some stuff for Easter, but that's besides the point). Both kids were with me, so it was the usual challenge, but nothing I couldn't handle. Little one in carts, big one following next to me in all of the stores.
Basically, we just had to get out of the house.
We visited Kohl's first (you know, for the TP...and for some new clothes). Mommy tried on about 20 dresses while the kiddos kept each other occupied. You know that kind of fun: take Mommy's sunglasses and make funny faces in the mirror. It worked, so I didn't even care if they broke them.
Then we went to Target, the store we visit at least once a week. Again, the little one was in the cart, the big one was next to me. It was really busy: parents and grandparents scrambling to get things for Easter, others there to get their essentials, like me.
While the kids were still okay, I decided to do all I could while I was there: essentials, Easter shopping, a bit of food and other items. I swiftly went from aisle to aisle, knowing that the clock was ticking and the little one would need a nap soon. Time was precious. Time was everything.
Time ran out.
I was able to get to the last section of the store, the section before the registers. Just as I was picking an adorable tooth brush for my daughter's Easter basket (yeah, I'm practical like that), the volcano that is my sweet little daughter erupted.
BOOM.
The venomous spewing of pure toddler rage flooded the small space of the aisle we were in. I knew the shopping trip was over. Time to get out.
As the little one scrambled to get out of the cart as I was pushing it, the bigger one kept lagging behind. I was just trying to get out of the store as quickly as possible, which was impossible as I approached the very busy registers. As I waited in line, the little one kept up with the toddler rage.
Stares. Looks of concern. Looks saying 'Wow. You must be embarrassed.'
Gee. Thanks. Me? Embarrassed by all of you staring at me in a very normal toddler explosion of rage? Noooo.
I took the little one out of the cart. She immediately quieted. Go figure.
The rest was history--a quiet check-out of history followed by the big one who then exclaimed loudly:
"Mommy! I have to peeeeeeee!"
~Marissa
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