Do you ever take your kids out in public and think yours are the only ones not behaving or listening? Oh, is that just us? I mean, I think my kids are pretty well-behaved and I have control over them most of the time, but there are times (often) when we’re out in public, mostly at the grocery store since we don’t go many other places, it seems I’m constantly having to remind them of proper behavior.
“Stop licking that!”
“Stop grabbing things off the shelf!”
“Wait, where did Layton go?”
Then I look around and it appears there’s these little angels of children standing next to their mom or dad, patiently waiting for them to make their next food purchase choice.
You see the occasional baby crying or toddler throwing an I-want-that-and-I’m-going-to-scream-bloody-murder-until-you’re-embarrassed-enough-to-buy-it-for-me fit, but those are the rare sightings it seems for me. Mostly I see these children that just quietly walk two paces behind their parents allowing them the peaceful, thoughtful grocery-shopping experience I only get when I sneak out of the house and tell my husband, “I’ll be back in just a bit!” As if I need to proclaim that my trip will be quick in order for my departure to be guilt-free leaving my husband home with all the kids.
Now keep in mind, my husband absolutely encourages me to go shopping alone or run errands without the kids, it’s just as moms, we still have that little trace of guilt whenever we dare to find a moment with just ourselves. And as the kids get older, the guilt does seem to diminish some. Not sure if we think the kids get somehow easier (they don’t) or we’re so worn out we’ll take those moments and run. Guilt left behind. I think I’m somewhere in that phase. The alternative is taking the kids with me, making rushed food purchase decisions, darting evil glances from the mom with the perfect angel trailing quietly two paces behind her as my children tumble in a WWF heap in front of her cart abruptly ending her peaceful shopping experience. Ya, I’m sorta getting over the guilt when leaving the kids behind.
I’m sure my kids aren’t as loud and obnoxious as I’m making them out to be. After all, they are boys. Boys are loud. They have lots of energy. And I have four of them. And come to think of it, I think most the perfect little angels I see at the store are girls. In ten years, their moms will be giving me the evil glances because she has to deal with a hormonal teenage daughter and I’ll be walking blissfully through the store as my non-hormonal sons are at home doing the list of chores I left for them. Life’s all about trade-offs, isn’t it?
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