How did I forget this part?
This is something that I think to myself numerous times a day.
How did I forget the tantrums for every little thing that doesn’t go their way? Or how they can make a simple task so hard? How going grocery shopping without needing a janitor at least once is impossible?
How could all this information slip from my mind in such a short amount of time?
My daughters are only three years apart. In that short amount of time the drama and traumas of trying to do anything with an eighteen month old should have been fresh in my mind.
But apparently not……
Our newest adventure is not wanting to sit in the front of the cart when we go to the store.
Let me set the scene….
I am walking into Walmart, carrying Queen B (my eighteen month old), at a time when there must have been a sale on something that I was unaware of. I say this because the entrance was very congested and there where no carts. As we walk in the guy leading the parade of carts is pulling into the cart parking area when something must have happened to the machine that pushes the carts, because it stopped way before the doors. By this point there are about 5 people waiting behind me to get carts. The guy starts walking them up to us one at a time.
I am still holding Queen B, who is starting to holler and fidget to get down. I tighten my grip and wait my turn. As a cart comes my way, I start to adjust her in my arms so she is facing me and we are ready for a quick input.
The lady behind me keeps inching closer to me, to push me in a way towards the cart, like I am able to move faster than my current pace.
I hold Queen B up under her arms as the cart approaches, the guy had flipped down the front seat to make it easier for me.
NOT!
As I try to put her feet into their individual slots and lower her down, I realized that I have missed.
Again, I miss.
After my second failed attempt, I look at her feet. She is managing to push her feet back enough to miss the front basket all together. She was able to do this without throwing her weight enough for me to realize. I cradle her feet and steer them in the the direction of the slots.
Right as the first foot enters the correct slot and I am starting to celebrate my victory, Ms. Impatient bumps her cart with mine as she tries to go around me. With that bump my victory fades as it undoes the progress, and pushes my cart away just enough to free her foot.
At this point she beings to completely arch her back and head, shaping her body into a crescent, and scream at the top of her lungs. I look around, starting to break a sweat as the crowd of people watch the show, some with sympathetic eyes, others with plain annoyance.
I finally close the front basket with her shaped body and lean towards the back of the cart. With that lean, the Queen had already straighten her body and had her feet down ready to stand by the time she could reach the bottom.
As I hurriedly push the cart threw the entrance to break away from the crowd, Queen B looks up at me smiles and gave a quick snort.
She won.
Mom-0 Queen B-1
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