Akward. Shopping. Moments:
I'm not talking about the moment when your kid lets out a big fart in the middle of the store then giggles. That has clearly never happened to me... or it happens all of the time. #awesomesauce While that's bad- I'm talking about that weird moment when your cart gets close to another cart with another kid who is the same (ish) age.
This happened to me on Sunday.
I hate shopping with a kid. Even with my darling perfect lil Luci. Or a husband for that matter. I like shopping alone. I'm focused- I have my eyes on the prize. Not so with a kiddo! Lucia LOVES to identify EVERYTHING she can ..loudly... and then inform me we must have it. Welcome: melt down city
Before the end of our journey she had snuck in 4 boxes of pop tarts. FOUR. Thankfully I caught it before I swipped my card. She's like swipper the fox on Dora... sneaky fox! And yes... I can only relate real life to Dora the Explorer now. Oye.
So back to the situation: a lady out of no where walks up with her son and is chatty Kathy. No big deal- I love people! I love talking to people... hanging out with people. Love me some people. But in the grocery store- it's every man for themselves. I had limited time and I just KNEW I was about to forget something vital to the rest of my week.
Don't think I was mean. I was nice. I was down right polite. We casually talked for about 30 seconds - exchanged our kids ages. She was absolutely giddy over Luci. Cooing to her son "Look at the baby"! No big deal. We exchange smiles and walk on.
I practically RUN down the isles, throwing in random needs for our week - praying I dont collide with another cart or end up hitting my kid in the head with the toilet paper. Luci is getting louder and louder every 2 steps I take. By the time we are at the cash register- she is the equivalent of a police SIREN. So. Loud.
The lady from prior has rounded the corner and is now positioning her cart next to mine so her kiddo can interact with MY kiddo. Again- we're cool! The kids aren't hitting each other... the world is just where it needs to be. She then casually throws out: "My husband thinks it was rude of me to call your kid a baby". I literally didn't even realize this happened. Again. HAWK like focus.
I laugh and say- Oh of course not! She immediately says: I didn't think so! And now we have formed an alliance against all husband's and their thoughts.
Does this ever happen to you? Not the screaming toddler shopping- although it is so fun and highly recommended. But women taking things waaaay out of context? Or in this case- a husband fueling the fire?
I sometimes feel like wearing a shirt that says "I'm a Mom- I don't have time to judge you"...
Hoping your Wednesday is delightful and DRAMA free.. if possible :)