Target Trip Gone Bad

Oh, the joys of bringing three children under the age of five to Target. 

Let me first start by saying, I get looked at like I have three heads whenever I go to Target or Wegmans.  I bring all three kids, the younger two go in the double stroller and my oldest walks.  Am I the only crazy mom out there?  That’s just my normal, if I want to get out and do anything on my own. 

The whole walking part I dreaded.  I no longer have complete control over him. If he wants he can run around like a crazy child if he wants. I will say overall my kids are usually pretty well behaved.  Not to say you might not hear an occasionally shout out from a couple aisles over.  Truthfully all went well for about 75% of the trip. 
But that last 25%, I felt like I was one of those families that people look and think “OMG, what was she thinking!”  or “Shut that child up!”  All thoughts that may have run through my head prior to having children. 

I made the genius decision that I would walk the boys through the toy aisles and let them pick some things out for their upcoming birthdays.  Well, Big B, my oldest, in insanely obsessed with the Wii and any other electronic game.  (In which seeing he only going to be 5, I am trying to nip in the bud now.)   Not that I won’t let him play anything but he would play games or be on the computer 247 if I let him.  That is not okay with me.  Anyway, on with the story.

I continued on saying NO to Wii stuff as we tooled around the toy department.  Then we hit the aisle with the Leapster.  I thought I would be a “NICE MOMMY” and let then take a look at them.  All went well, until is was time to go.  Once again Big B didn’t want to go and it was if he was oblivious to saying “Come on boys it’s time to move on and be done playing games.”  It drives me insane when it comes in one ear and out the other.  So I decided to act as though I was leaving anyway.  (I NEVER in a million years would.)  Big B started yelling, “NO MOMMY DONT LEAVE US, WAIT DON’T LEAVE PJ!”  Little B,  my middle child, just says, “Bye mommy.”  He is my sweet little mischievous child.  So I pick Little B up, put him in the stroller, and the meltdown begins.

Or course everyone who may be around looking at us.  Thankfully it is short lived, we move on, and he forgets about the Leapster.  (Did I mention we have one at home.)  It’s time to check out and Big B wants skittles, which I say no to because he and his brother did not listen after I allowed them to do what they asked.

 He then moves on to instigating his brothers to what I call “Who can be the loudest.”  And yes even Baby B, my one year old, joins in.  After asking them to be quite more than once, I tell Big B to face away from his brother until we leave.  I will say he did listen but turned to his side to pick a his younger brothers.  So what did I do?  I gave him a little swat on the butt.  Not a hard one that hurt at all, but to just get his attention.  This is something I rarely do.  He got the point, but then cried!!!!  And cried all the way to the car.  Again, was everyone and there mother staring at us?   Maybe not but it is oh so embarrassing.

I will say both were sent to their rooms and didn’t come down until dinner was ready.  I have to admit that some of my actions could have made the situation worse.  Like I have said before, I am far from the perfect mom.  But man, I truly despise those types of moments.   Just another day in the crazy life I call mommyhood.

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2 Responses to Target Trip Gone Bad

  1. Evonne says:

    I've had those shopping trips, too. I hate them! Altho they're not quite as bad as having to drag your screaming child out of a restaurant.

  2. Jen says:

    Oh man I feel ya! The older my three get, the harder it is to go places minus my husband! ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks for following!! ๐Ÿ™‚

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