Yesterday I was that hot mess mom in Target.
You know the one I’m talking about. Maybe you’ve even been her before.
Your kids aren’t listening after you’ve asked nicely three times and next thing you know you’re wrangling an upset child as you’re lecturing in a voice just above appropriate for being in public.
I typically think I have a decent amount of patience. I really try not to lose it over every little thing. I’m one to pick my battles and at least practice some empathy when it comes to understanding my son’s actions.
Lately though? My almost four year old is going through that “testing” phase once again, only at another level because he’s getting older and smarter and is learning the right buttons to push.
Trouble ensued before we even walked in the door. I got my son out of the car, and he darted across the parking lot thinking he saw my mom (who was already inside) in the car in the next aisle. So he’s crying, and I’m hauling him inside giving the whole “I don’t care if you saw Geema or God Himself you don’t ever run across a parking lot do you understand?!” speech.
Inside the store, I had to tug him away from a box of mint chocolate chip drumsticks while simultaneously slamming the freezer door shut as he’s calling me a meanie. The best part is, I was getting him the stinkin’ drumsticks. We weren’t ready to leave the store though, so I tried to explain it would melt and we would grab it before we left.
HA. You try reasoning with a toddler with a death grip on a box of ice cream.
As we were heading out, I yanked him out of the back of a shopping cart he was trying to apparently dive into. At this point, I was d.o.n.e. DONE.
Who knows what got into him. Probably being a toddler who was maybe getting hungry or tired or just really wanted things and didn’t want to hear no for an answer. I can relate, I like getting what I want too. And ask my husband, I get straight up hangry if I haven’t eaten in a few hours.
So I don’t know, maybe I was over the top. Maybe not. The point is, it happened. He lost control, clearly I lost some too, and some shoppers got a front row seat to the show.
I don’t really have any superb words of advice at this point.
What I do have is a real story of a real mom who lost her patience and is sharing it with you – if not for your entertainment, then for the sheer fact that if you’ve ever been that hot mess mom in Target, you’re not alone. Not in the slightest.