Friday, November 19, 2010
I was THAT mom
Thankfully, we left the restaurant to try the mall. Bella got a little word of advice from her mother before she got back in the van, so I didn't suffer much more disrespectful talk after that. Which is good, because now it was Brody's turn to misbehave.
I knew what I was looking for, so I just needed to get to that section of the store. Brody, however, kept lying down on the floor or the shelves, saying he wanted to sleep. So I finally gave up on my task and took him to the bathroom where he sat and did nothing. Great. Then he started running away from me- a rule that we went over before we left for this Christmas shopping adventure. And each time, we reminded him with words and timeouts. It was all for naught. Brody had officially transformed into a wild thing.
And my back was killing me.
After returning to the mall with a fresh pull-up, I let Brody join a group of kids playing while I sat down to find the chiropractor's number. By the time Nikki & Bella met us, it was time to drive back home before traffic clogged the roads. Since we were right there, we decided to top off the day with a cookie treat on our way out. As we're walking to the counter to order, Brody took off into the store across the way and tried to squeeze behind a display of Snuggies.
The rest was like a dream- but it wasn't.
I'm 7 months pregnant, my back is still killing me, and my son is now yelling, "Mommy, can I have a cookie?!"
After a few minutes, the lady dismisses me with a "Don't worry about it. I'll get it."
I'll take it.
I lift Brody up, and reply with an "I'm sorry." Leaving the store to meet my friend and my daughter at the cookie counter, I dread telling Brody that he has lost his chance at an afternoon treat.
When I do, he unsurprisingly wailed, "I want a coooookieeee!"
I can only respond with, "Mommy didn't get one either." I hoped it would ease the pain. I truly wanted a cookie too, but I kind of lost my appetite and just wanted to get home to lie down.
However, the entire way through the mall, in the elevator, by the food court, into the courtyard, and out to the parking lot, I held my son's hand as he screamed, cried, and pleaded for a cookie. And I just looked straight ahead. There was nothing I could do.
It was one of those life moments that humble you and make it almost impossible for you to ever judge another parent.
Because yesterday, I was THAT mom.