Oh boy, we should have stayed home…
Saturday was cold. Saturday was one of those days when you know your child it tired but YOU, being the mommy, wants to get out of the house. I thought it would be fun to go to the Whole Foods that just opened down the street and get some pear sorbet and then go and get Max’s shoe size checked at the kids shoe store in the same shopping center. So it all started out to be ok. We were laughing and singing and having fun. We were walking down the aisles and I was thinking to myself how lucky I am to have such amazing kids. It was one of those la la moments that we tend to have…you know the ones that allow us to survive when it all goes bad. We picked up some bananas and a few other things for home and then we got pear sorbet and I got a kombucha tea and we sat and watched the pastry chefs making some yummy desserts we cannot eat and it was great.
We left Whole Foods and went next door to the kids shoe place so Max could get his shoe size checked and without any crying he got onto to that little scale looking type thing and it scanned his foot and we found out he did not need new shoes but that did not make Max happy. Sam at this time was crawling all over..walking and pulling shoes down and just playing and looking out the big glass window. Well Sam pooped and so I scooped them up and left the store because I thought-why bring the baby diaper bag-she won’t poop. MISTAKE! Make started to cry but we got to the truck and changed Sam’s diaper. Max was crying saying NEW SHOES! NEW Shoes! And so being the sweet mom that I am, we went back and asked for his size…THEY DID NOT HAVE THEM IN HIS SIZE! OH BOY! He started screaming and throwing himself on the floor. Sam watched with amazement and I think she was even shocked at what she was seeing..and I was mortified. At this point, the store was packed and I could see those looks..like why can;t she handle her kid and omg-her kid is freaking out…which is not very common for my little guy. I tried to pick up both kids and could not at first and Max would not walk. Finally I scooped them both up and headed for the car so angry. I put Max in the car and then yelled and then got home and yelled some more..then cried and then Max and I talked about what happened and saying sorry-which he refused to do and finally after and hour he said he was sorry to me. Saying sorry is something Max hates and we have decided that he should be able to do this now and are forcing him. It was horrible. He cried in his room..I came in every 5 mins to ask if he was ready and he said things like
I dont know how to
I dont have the words
I am tired
You hurt me
I had to enforce the boundaries and it was horrible but he said he was sorry and the day finally went on..I guess this whole talking thing is actually making things quite interesting..I am sure he will love that I have documented these kind of interactions between us. LOL
I learned a huge mommy lesson: If your kid looks exhausted, don’t leave the house!!
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why do we do this? we know better! they win every time don’t they? and we end up feeling miserable!
i have soooo been there.
I always do that. I get cabin fever and drag everyone out when they would have happily stayed home.
Sorry you had a moment like that.
Sometimes you just have to leave the house.
Porgie is obsessed with shoes too. Whenever we go to a shoe store, she cries and cries and cries for new shoes. Izzy, on the other hand, will only wear rain boots.
Awww. *HUG* We all have those days. Anyone judging you obviously hasn’t had their fair share!
When my Max refuses to say that he’s sorry I ask him leading questions like “you know that when you throw a tantrum like that, it makes mommy sad and angry, right?” and “you know how when I’ve done something to make you sad and angry I always say I’m sorry, right?” “Do you know what you need to say when you’ve hurt someone you love and who loves you VERY VERY much?” and “It’s one little word that soothes hurt feelings, sweetie. I understand if you’re too angry to say it right now, but you do need to say it before we can be okay again.” and “Do you know what happens when you say that you’re sorry? No? When you say you’re sorry, mommy feels better and she gives you a hug and the two of you talk about what happened and both of us stop feeling sad and mad at each other.” and “Max, if I yelled at you when you didn’t do anything wrong and then didn’t say I was sorry, how would you feel? You’d feel hurt and sad and mad with me because I wasn’t fair to you, right? You know I tried to buy you shoes but they didn’t have your size. It was not nice of you to yell at me, and you hurt my feelings very very very much.” and “Saying sorry is like kissing a boo-boo. It makes the hurt feelings better.”
Sometimes it works.. Other times it most definitely does not. :p Ahh… Preschoolers.
It IS cute, though, when I get grouchy at Max for jumping on the couch after I told him fourteen times not to, and he says “MAHMIE! It’s NOT NICE to yell. You hurt Max’s feelings! Say you’re sowwy”. :p