Yes, I have everything under control. Why do you ask?
This is my life.
It consists of herding 4 Littles through the grocery store, leaving as little damage as possible in our wake. I consider it a successful trip if I make it through one grocery shopping trip without raising my voice more than five times. Seriously.
Usually Reagan will be in the front part of the cart, Ashlynn in her sling or Beco carrier, and Devyn and Hudson walking beside me. I even ran into a former coworker once with that very set-up and she looked at me with complete pity. I’m here to tell you, I might look crazy and frazzled (and I probably am), but secretly I’m doing ok. Probably even loving it.
Today I left the Beco at home, and we went to the new grocery store so OF COURSE we had to take the cart with the car in front. And Devyn NEEDED to try out the mini-carts (genius idea, by the way!). I was stopped numerous times by other patrons wanting to know if they were all mine, to tell me how busy I must be, to ask the kids if they were being good helpers, and was told that I have a beautiful family. “Thank you,” I reply. “I think so too!”
About 3/4 of the way through our shopping trip is when things started going downhill. We were playing musical chairs from the car part of the cart, to sitting next to Ashlynn, to driving the mini-cart. My eyes were wide as I whispered to the kids to stop running the cart into the backs of my legs, I jiggled the key chain to keep Ashlynn from full-fledged crying, and apparently I wasn’t paying to attention to Reagan in the car.
I smiled pleasantly as a group of about five Grocery Store Executives In Suits walked towards me. It was my way of trying to fake as though I had everything under control. A façade that came to a crashing halt when one of the suited men whispered, “You know she’s eating an opened package of hot dogs, right?” and pointed to the 2-year-old girl.
I gasped and moved to the front of cart, looked down into a pair of blue eyes round with innocence, just as she stuffed another bite of hot dog in her mouth. I turned red. Bright red. And began to apologize profusely. Just then one of the executives moved to stand next me, camera in hand, and bent down to encourage Reagan (demolished bag of hot dogs in hand) to smile for her close-up.
One thing I learned today… Its nearly impossible to discipline a child for bad behavior with five grown men in suits cooing and laughing at how adorable she is.
Sigh. I have no doubt this is just a taste of things to come with our Reagan.