Believe me Jax... I hear ya!
We were at the checkout at Walmart. The shopping had went well but had taken longer than expected. It was now lunch time. The lady in front of us was buying some strawberries with her other purchases. Those juicy, delicious looking strawberries were just sitting there on the conveyor in front of us.
Jax wanted them.
I wanted him to have them.
Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way. Life likes to teach lessons to 2 year olds. And he actually seemed to have resigned himself to this life lesson; even though those yummy looking strawberries are just sitting right there in front of your nose and you are starving, you can't have them. Mom says.
Then he noticed the bananas on the conveyor behind us. Not ours, but the next shopper waiting in line. He got his point across.
Quickly. Loudly. No relenting.
He was starving, Mom said no to the strawberries. He was having a banana.
Except he wasn't having a banana.
No sympathic Mother offered up a banana for me to purchase. Must have been one of those Mom's that like their children to learn life's lesson. You know, the kind with the well behaved, unspoilt children, who stand patiently in long line ups, quietly watching chocolate bars, gum balls and neon, noise making, remote control rocket ships buzz by their noses, as they say politely to their Mom how excited they are to get home and eat their oatmeal porridge and play with their handmade finger puppets. That or she saw the 4 kids and did the math, if I offer one, I'll have to offer 4 and then goodbye bananas! Or she was too busy on her phone to notice us and our lack of banana scenario. Oh... or maybe she just likes to see other people's children have a good ol' temper tantrum. Lord knows I do, make me feel better about my own parenting! ;)
So we continued, as best we could, with Jax screaming and kicking in my arms and then screaming and kicking on the floor as I paid for our non food purchases. All the while other random shoppers would walk by and say comments, like, having a bad day buddy, poor guy, it's rough hey bud!
Now you would think a rational person, a Mother who's been through this a time or two... would get the hell outta dodge!
Nope not this Mama.
This Mama's brain has turned to mush. All it was thinking was: food... we need food. No food in car. Tim Horton's on our way out. Grab food. What... you people want soup?! We can't eat that in the car. We have to eat here?! OK, deep breath, we can do this, food will stop this relentless noise.
Food did quiet the noise maker somewhat. Although he did spend a lot of time complaining and crying for anything he didn't have or wasn't presented in the right format or what have you.
And the whole while this was going on, Miss Mya stood patiently in line and then sat at her chair, eating her grilled cheese, quietly and politely... like a perfect angel.
When life gives you lemons and you're not in the mood to make lemonade, I'm sure it's