Toddler Tales {Our Trader Joes Escapade}

Friday, March 18, 2016

Since having Annabelle taking both kids shopping with me is always a strategically planned excursion. 

There's some stores I can easily handle both kids in (Target, Costco), aka places with big shopping carts.
Annabelle doesn't like to be worn, so I typically leave her in her carseat, which takes up most of the shopping cart. Jacob usually rides along in the front seat, which is why I like places with big ass shopping carts. 

Right now we buy most of our groceries from Costco and Trader Joes, my least favorite store to take both kiddos to.
Small shopping carts, small store, lots of displays for Jacob to easily demolish. 

I've successfully done it a few times so earlier this week I downed my coffee, got everyone dressed and set out to get some much needed groceries. 

I started the trip out with high hopes. Everything appeared to be going smoothly, Annabelle in my cart while Jacob obediently followed behind me with his own child size cart (which I desperately needed because a carseat and groceries will not fit into one of their little carts).

He was happy putting the groceries I gave him into his own cart (how many times can I say "cart" in one post?) and I thought we would get out of the store without a problem. Unfortunately halfway through our venture he lost interest in helping his mom. This is when the running away from me began, and I cannot begin to explain how my heart stopped when I lost my son for three whole minutes.
I think the first time you lose your childhood is it's own milestone. Someone please add that one to the baby books.
Luckily my fellow shoppers knew that Jacob belonged to me by this point, and pointed him back in my direction. 
This darting away from me thing quickly became a game and after the 8th time of him attempting to run, I found myself pushing two shopping carts (one which contained Annabelle) with a toddler under my arm kicking and screaming.
Yes, I was that mom.

That mom you've seen in various places, who looks like her sh*t is unraveling faster than she can handle. That mom who looks like she is having one heck of a time handling her own offspring and you wonder how she manages on a daily basis. That mom who makes those who are contemplating children seriously rethink everything.
I was insanely aware of the fact that on Monday morning in the middle of Trader Joes, I was indeed that mom.

I was about to wave my white flag and attach a for sale sign to my toddler when something in his little mind clicked and he decided he would indeed push his shopping cart next to Mommy again.
That's the thing about toddlers: they push you right to the edge of insanity,  then they reel it all back in and give you that adorable little smile, and act like perfect tiny humans until the next disaster.

I thought I would be able to leave the store with just a sliver of dignity, until Jacob decided to run out the automatic doors of the store while I was swiping my credit card at check out.
Game over.
Luckily I managed to snag him before he got off the sidewalk.
I pushed my grocery and baby filled cart out of the store while holding my toddler and vowed to never leave the house again.

Lesson learned: At one time or another we will all be that mom, and if you haven't yet then watch out your time is coming.

That mom

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