Because nothing is ever perfect, my re-vamping of errands failed to help Sister-Bug with a particularly challenging day. She didn’t want to sit in the cart. She didn’t want to sit in the basket of the cart with Brother-Bug. She didn’t want to ride on my back. She wanted only to run around the stores unattended, probably pulling everything off the shelves. She wasn’t allowed to do this at any of our stops. She adamantly and vocally let me know that she was being treated abysmally.
Consequently, I got snappish and impatient with both kids. Sister-Bug flailed in the Ergo on my back, wailing and begging to be released. Brother-Bug rode in the cart or trudged by my side, both of us frustrated with the toddler and just pushing through this hell of grocery shopping.
A laugh break came when Sister-Bug tried a new tactic. In the grocery store she started scolding me.
“No Mama! No! Want out! Bad Dog, MAMA! BAD DOG.”
I was at the end of my rope. and pretty much being a bitch, so she wasn’t wrong. Brother and I found it very funny. Laughing at Sister’s shrill chastisement of me got us through our errands.
It was one of those parenting moments.