I Guess I Just Won't Have A Very Good Day

I'd like to say that Ed and I have a full social life and that we got out together just the two of us at least once or twice a week. I wish. I'm thrilled if he asks me if we want to go to Home Depot with him,( but even more thrilled if he just takes Holden) except for when were on vacation in Florida, and then it just seemed wrong (but we went). So, Wal-Mart for groceries is it. All three of us hate it so it's even stevens if we go together. The cashiers have finally stopped remarking on how much fun it is to spoil grandchildren and send them home. I just kept gritting my teeth saying yes it would be but he is ours. They dont even pretend to believe me. Up until recently we would just put him in the cart and let him eat his way through the store as we buried him in groceries. One gentleman had been following us for quite awhile and finally had to ask if he ever stopped talking. only when his mouth is full of fruit snacks and we are not to that aisle yet. No matter how large a store we are in, we can always find our way out by following the crumbs.Cashiers were always bringing it to our attention that did we know we had an open box of cereal, crackers, juice.
Now, he wants to walk. And he wants a toy for "being having". Sometimes it works. Sometimes, not so much. A woman commended me once for being strong and not giving in to him. What that was all about I have no idea. There have also been times when Ed has just scooped him up and carried him screaming out the door while I finish up.We try to go before 4:00 because 1 minute later than that and he grows fangs, starts spinning his head all the way around. and becomes very,very loud.


I was pushing him (still in the cart at that time) and he was tossing things out as we went. I reached out, gave him a swat on the back of he head and told him to knock it off. Naturally, he bumped his head on the front of the cart, started screaming YOU HITTED ME, YOU PUSHDED ME. YOU HURTED ME. What did I do? What anyone else would do. Looked around to see if anyone was watching, checked for security cameras, and kept right on going.

Tonight the toy thing got a little out of hand and everything he chose was over the $.99 matchbox car limit. So everything was a no. Finally he made his best"poor me" face, shuffled his feet and said, downcast but outside voice loud--I GUESS I JUST WONT HAVE A VERY GOOD DAY THEN. We settled on bubbles.....