
It was Monday or Tuesday that we went to Wal-mart to get the weekly groceries. I always prep them in the car..."Who is going to be happy? and they say "Me!", then I say, "Who is going to be a good listener", then "who is going to be nice?" And they excitedly say, "me!" WEll those little fibbers. No, actually Jenna was very well behaved, she stays next to the cart pretty well and doesn't grab stuff off the shelves, except she has a hard time controlling herself when she sees Barbie pop tarts or fruit snacks.
Zac on the other hand was good at first, then once we were almost finished, he was a terror. I always start at the back of the store and work forward to where produce and the deli are. Anyhow, at about the produce, the cart is full enough that he can turn around and grab food out of the cart, and he likes to throw it on the floor. That day it was green peppers and a head of lettuce, and some mac and cheese. So I fuss at him sternly and threaten him handily. Then he does it again at the deli line, so I head for the check out fuming. (the deli takes 10 years and the line was long..there was an old lady in front of me that wanted to sample all the ham.) When we are at the front of the store, he yelled "you're stupid mommy" and sprinkled in some choice words like "poop". Then when I bent down to get in his face so he could see my words very clearly, he punched me. I imagine that some were appawled at the behavior and thought "she ought to smack him" or "if he were my kid, then _________", where others in the store probably thought that I should blow it off, assume that he is 2 and spent. They were likely offended that I got in his face, yelled at him and then pinched his ear. Parenting sucks. Doing fun things with them, and when they are awesome is great. There are so many things that I enjoy about being their mom, when you have to discipline and help them understand what is not okay is not so fun. It's also hard to separate myself and not react to their behavior on their level. Sometimes I am totally not the adult, and I argue with them... Like that is at all effective. I was so mad when we left Walmart. I was so disappointed and felt some pull to be loving and calm, at the same time I want him to know that I am serious and that behavior will not be tolerated. I wondered what Nanny 911 would have done in the front of Walmart.
Zac, over all, is a pretty good kid, mostly just real busy, but that day I wondered where the heck did we go wrong. The responsibility of parenting feels huge somedays.