First and foremost, THANKS to all my new followers! ๐
This particular episode(s) did not happen today but is worthy of sharing. It started like a normal trip to Target to get a friend’s child a birthday present. I arrived and parked just like usual. I happened to park next to the cart return so that made me smile. I figured that was a special blessing because having a cart right next to me was going to allow me to place both kids inside that cart and walk to the door. There would be no struggling with holding hands, break downs because they could carry all they wanted and walk, it was going to be easy…Looking back I now laugh to myself. I first placed Noah inside the cart because the return was on his side of the car. I wheeled the cart up to the side of the car where Berkeley was located and proceeded to get her out of her carseat. While unbuckling her I heard a panicked, loud, scream sound that was mixed with the words โMOM, HELP!!โ I turn around to find Noah booking it down the parking lot in a runaway shopping cart. I ran after him with my all my might while carrying Berkeley. Man, I bet that was a site, a 7 month pregnant woman carrying her 2 year old running after her other child in a cart rolling down the lot. I deserved a Mom of the Year award! A car, a bus, a crazy teenage driver, a motorcycle, a crazy old person, all could have crushed that cart in seconds! Never did I dream that Noah would think it would be funny to push himself away from the car. I have learned my lesson!
It doesn’t stop there. I composed myself, wiped the sweat from my brow, and my chest, and everywhere else it accumulated (it was like 100 degrees and I am 7 months pregnant you know!) and proceeded into the store. I thought I would treat myself (because I deserved it at this point) to a new shirt because when you’re this pregnant you have grown out of most of your items and feel like you where the same things every single day. I found a few things and made my way to the dressing room. I was informed that I could not take my cart with my kids inside the handicap/family dressing room that I would have to leave it outside. Some kid apparently fell from their cart inside the dressing room and there was a lawsuit pending…so we all had to suffer. I got my kids out of the cart and no quicker that I did they were running for the rooms. That would have been fine, except they both bent down to look under this poor lady’s door and were yelling, โOh gosh! She’s NAKED!!!โ Embarrassment flooded me, I snatched them up, threw them in a room (didn’t actually throw, just harshly directed) and made it a point to tell them that was very inappropriate. That they do not look at naked ladies under doors or make comments about being naked in general! They apparently didn’t understand that because they were giggling in amazement that mom was โNAKED TOO!โ GEZZZZ!!! I wanted to run from that area of the store but wanted to make sure that the poor lady who had gotten checked out from my 2 and 3 year olds was long gone.
Once again I composed myself and hurried to do the rest of my shopping. While in the book section (at the very BACK of the store) my precious Berkeley informed me that she had too poo poo right then in there. I very quickly (almost running) made my way to the family bathroom to deal with the upcoming situation. Boy was it going to be a situation. As soon as we made it into the bathroom I smelled a horrendous smell and I knew…we did not make it. It was EVERYWHERE! And it was not a pleasant, easily cleanable consistency. Mothers, you know what I mean. All over her underwear, her shorts, her shoes, the floor. It was great. I did my best to practically bath her in the crappy (no pun intended) sink. The one that has the stupid faucet that only stays on about 3 seconds. Sure did make my job a whole lot easier, let me tell you. So, once Berkeley was washed off it then occurred to me that in all my infinite mommy wisdom, I did not grab the diaper bag with the change of clothes. I mean, why would I need the kid’s bag. She’s potty trained, right?! HA HA HA! Was this trip to Target going to get any worse? I mean, COME ON!!! I washed her underwear and wrapped them in a million paper towels. I took her shoes off and did the same. I had to put her shorts, washed to the best of my ability, back on her and just make the best of it all. I was in that bathroom a good 20 minutes and I then became that parent. The one whose child smells of lingering poop, with their hair a mess, and that has no shoes. I can not tell you how quickly I got out of that store.
I came to many conclusions on the way home. First, I may never go to Target again. Second, if I do go which is probable, because I am addicted to that store, I will always take a support person with me. Third, I am going to write Target a letter, let a 7 month pregnant momma with 2 kids in a cart into the stinking family dressing room! If I share this experience they may just have pity. And fourth, I believe there should be a bathroom in every corner of the store so I may just start a petition….not really, just wanted to vent.
Oh, and I did not at all, in any way, feel guilty for buying that dumb maternity shirt!