That Time in the Grocery Store

I didn't document it in pictures because I was too busy willing it to end to stop take the opportunity to snap the first (last?) public toddler meltdown.  Performed by my son of course.

You know when you're in the mall or the grocery store and you see hear that toddler throwing a fit and the disheveled mom and you just feel really bad for her?

I was that mom Sunday.

I should have known better, but clearly I didn't.
CT didn't get a very good night rest the night before because he stayed at Grandma's house and he just doesn't really do well in other elements sleep-wise.  So we were working on little sleep - much less than normal.  I knew this going into it, but in my defense, he had taken a 2 hour nap before we left the house so I really didn't think I was crazy...  Oh boy, was I ever wrong.

I thought I would solve the problem by getting him his own mini-cart to wheel around the store and it worked...until it was time to put things on the belt and pay for them.  If ever there was a screaming unhappy child it was when I took my package of naan out of his cart for the cashier to scan.

The kind man behind me in line handed him a lollipop (which he threw on the ground) and I'm certain my face was beat red.  Not sure it was from embarrassment or the effort I was making to restrain my child.  It was nice of the cashier next door to chase him for me as he grabbed the mini-cart and made a mad dash back down the aisle while I grabbed my wallet.

Yup.  There were bigger plans for the day.  Like hair cuts and a trip to Trader Joe's.  Needless to say that didn't happen.