Monday, August 22, 2011
Invasion of the Babbers Snatchers (GBE2 #14--Growing Wild)
My answer would be.......most of the time, yes.
Not yesterday. Nope, not even sort of.
You see, yesterday was school supply shopping day. We rounded up the troops (minus the oldest because....he's just too cool to hang out with us anymore), explained what our plans were and piled into the truck for a quick trip to the local Wal-Mart.
Our cart was filled with pencils, pens, notebooks, and folders. We had all the essentials. We went a little over budget...but not too badly. Everything was going quite nicely.....
"Mommy, can you buy me a Lego set?" Mathias asked--innocently enough. He's five. He doesn't have to worry about things like budgets and bills. All he knows of spending is that Mommy swipes the card in the machine and we bring stuff home.
"I'm sorry baby, but Mommy doesn't have enough money to buy any Legos today"
"You have money Mommy....look at all the stuff in the cart."
"Yes, you're right...I DO have money for school supplies. You guys NEED school supplies. I don't have any extra money for buying Legos"
That's when the pod people came and swapped my precious treasure for some wild creature from another realm.
"THEN PUT ALL THIS STUFF BACK!!! I DON'T NEED ALL THIS WORTHLESS JUNK!!! I NEED YOU TO BUY ME A LEGO SET!!!!"
Screaming and crying began at this point. This is my fourth child. Jeff and I are not strangers to tantrums in public places. We could have removed him. Maybe we should have. But we had exactly two more items to purchase from the other side of the store. Surely, we could weather this storm long enough to grab those items and run?
"I JUST WANT A LEGO SET. WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO MEAN TO ME??? WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME??? PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE...JUST A MINI ONE....I NEEEEEEEED A LEGO SET...I NEEEEEEED IT!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
Through the store we went. And like so many parents, I was almost ready to cave. Or at least come to a more affordable compromise.
Until he looked at me and said: "I'm just going to keep screaming until you get me my Lego set"
Oh, he was so close!
Just barely hanging onto our sanity, we reach the checkout line. He hasn't stopped screaming. He stops to catch his breath....looks over at me loading notebooks onto the belt...and says:
"Where is the owner of Wal-Mart? I need to speak to him."
Wait. *Double take* Ummmm....what??????
"You need to speak to the owner of Wal-Mart?, Why?"
"BECAUSE WHEN I TELL HIM WHAT YOU DID TO ME....HE'S GOING TO MAKE YOU BUY ME A LEGO SET!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
(OK....he's still cute. Even when the pod people invade his body.)
Cries. Wails. Screams. Empty threats on our part. All the way to the car.
On the way home it's more of the same. Only now he's concerned over some of those empty threats that had been issued.
I tried to reassure him. When people get really mad, sometimes they say things that they don't really mean. Like when he's mad at me and says he hates me....he doesn't really hate me....it's just the anger talking.
"No, Mommy.....I mean it EVERY TIME I say it."
Breathe, Stephanie, Breathe.
Relax--Tomorrow will be a better day.
And so far, it has been. He's been the sweet little boy I love so much.
The pod people have retreated.