At the mere mention of snow, my kids are giddy. They have plastered themselves by the windows numerous times today in hopes of seeing a few flurries trickle down and keep asking “if its time yet.”
By that, they mean the exact time that the weather man predicts. I keep trying to explain to them that while we wont be running around town come afternoon, it doesn’t guarantee that it will happen – and especially may not be on time.
We live in Georgia, more specifically, Atlanta and if you know anything about us southerners, we shut down for all things “wintry mix” related. I get that it can put a wrench in things if you have to cancel work, change meetings and appointments, rearrange plans, don’t have child care, are traveling or whatever, but honestly, I am a better safe than sorry type person and would rather not risk it.
I also subscribe to a sort of “herd immunity” theory as it relates to this….its really not herd immunity related, but I cant think of a better theory for it. Basically, I figure I will rearrange and stay off the roads and (assume lots of others take precautions too) then that will be one less car that could get stuck in traffic or have weather problems if snow rolls in – and allow travelers that must be on the roads a bit more room. Remove myself from the situation, if you will.
Anyway, Queen Elsa has been in the kitchen all week long willing it to snow. She has done her part to throw around some ice power and cut out a few flakes of her own.
I don’t know whether to be proud of her ability and creativity and thankful that my parents taught her the age old fun of folding paper in half multiple times and cutting snow flakes or annoyed at the thousands of little pieces of paper that now scatter my kitchen and half of the living room floor!
As she has cut flake after flake, Brother and Moose have watched Frozen over and over and even Moose sings right along. By sing along, I mean he yells, “Gooooooooooo! Gooooooooo! Goooooooo!” over and over. 🙂
Anyway, I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony when I woke up this morning and realized the predicted weather and thought how I was prepared, only to find out we had no milk, bread or water. Hmmmph.
The kids took a break from playing dress up, I loaded them in the car, treated myself to Starbucks and we headed to Target. It was cold and rainy, but they usually are decent in the store and I figured I would bribe them with a cookie as we shopped. And the goal was to make it quick and get back home.
An hour later, I was spent and we were all soaking wet, but by golly, we had our milk and bread, a few other staples and ice cream.
This may have been one of the most exhausting Target trips I have had in a while and after spending all of that money, sadly, I didn’t even think twice about cruising right through the Chick Fil A drive through to take care of lunch for everyone.
While in the store, poor Olaf at one point managed to get his foot stuck underneath the buggy. Imagine a slightly overweight mom crawling on the Target floor trying to get her crying snowman unstuck as Annie M (the bunny ballerina at a luau?) and the astronaut fussed. It took about four minutes of wailing before his foot came out and I think we had about 15 onlookers watching the show.
After that, I carried him and eventually put him down for a minute to rest. Shopping + Buggy pushing + carrying a 35 lb kid + bending over constantly to pick up the things Moose was throwing at the floor was wearing me out.
Another kid dressed up as a pirate walked by us and Olaf turned to
stare watch. As he looked, kept walking and he walked SMACK into another mom and daughters buggy. I was calling and calling him, but he was just not paying attention – or listening.
The other mom was horrified. Like shocked. I mean her face looked like she had seen a ghost and I think no one thought I reacted fast enough. He was fine though and he was walking slowly when it happened, so not like it was an out of control crash or anything. Honestly, the smack hurt less than the hit to his pride and he is a tough cookie.
I blamed this incident on my husband (who has no idea it even happened). You see, we were standing in the checkout line when he texted me to get firewood. The kids were being fine, so we left our place in line to go look. I couldn’t find any, Olaf rammed his head into the other persons buggy and I called it a day and carried the screaming kid with a mark on his face back to the check out.
Brother took a few minutes to recover, but I promised him gum if I could put him down to pay.
I was ALL about the bribery to survive this trip…..
I set my purse down, loaded the groceries onto the conveyor and the kids picked out their gum. Moose dropped his pretend cell phone and as I turned to reach it, my purse toppled off of the counter and the contents spilled everywhere. The kids giggled as they picked up everything from pens to insurance cards and scattered coins, and I just smiled at the line of Atlanta residents who were surely thinking, “bless her heart.”
We threw everything in, I grabbed the kids and went scurrying through the rain to the car. Moose giggled in the freezing air and Olaf buried his head in my neck. Annie M jumped in puddles and I shrieked at her to “STOP GETTING ME WET” and to make sure the dog food and Gatorades didn’t slide off the bottom of the buggy.
The car (a.k.a finish line) was in sight and I was breathing a sigh of relief. I had survived. My kids were okay, I didn’t actually know any of the people we had caused a major scene in front of and we were prepared for the winter storm. I praised the kids for being helpers and they once again asked if it was the time that the weather man said.
Just then, a loud racket was heard and my cart came to a skidding halt as the wheels got stuck on the dog food and Gatorade that was now in the road. Insert a giant groan and eye roll from me and I unlocked the car and tried to pick it up to carry it the last 7 feet…while I pushed the buggy out of the traffic and carried Olaf.
Another Mom (with two well behaving kids in a cart) pushed her kids to the side, picked up my dog food and Gatorade and helped me to our car. She chatted as her kids sat a few feet away and she grabbed a few bags and put them in my car as I loaded my kids in before finishing the cart myself.
Definitely not one of our best trips to the store – or any of my finer parenting moments, and I have no good parenting wins to share, but all a part of the story. Oh, and did I mention the pants I had on had a hole in the rear end?? #winning
We pulled away and my kids giggled in the backseat. One had to potty (of course) and I emphatically told them to hold it and that if they had an accident they were in huge, HUGE trouble!
Thankfully, they are easily distracted and forgot about the bathroom woes and went back to giggling. After the past hour and a half adventure, I was thankful for the laughter. We made it home, CFA was served for lunch and I picked up for a few minutes before promptly setting myself on the couch to rest.
I know I need to get up and clean, do work, pay bills, etc. but its been one of those days and the chores can wait. The hubs will be home soon (in hopes of avoiding the expected weather) and we have no plans other than church and seeing a few friends this weekend! Fingers crossed for snow and I hope to be back soon with lots of pictures of cute kids in the snow!!
Stay safe and happy Friday, yall! 🙂