So today hasn’t been great parenting-wise. A simple trip to the shops turned into a meltdown of epic proportions.
Let me set the scene. It’s Friday, it’s sunny, we had a lovely day out yesterday at LEGOLAND, all was good in our world. I had to pop into our local town centre to pick up some orders and made the rookie mistake of heading straight into TK Maxx where toys live. Harley instantly found a Paw Patrol set he HAD to have and then it all went down hill.
We spiralled quickly and after 10 minutes of trying to reason with him and pretending to leave the shop (FYI my son doesn’t fall for that shizz) I had to pick him up. Only my son has perfected the slippery fish move making it near impossible to be able to hold him and push Ada’s pushchair. By this point we’d attracted an audience. One lady, who felt it was important that she had a front row seat, basically stood right in front of us watching on, whilst others hung back a little silently judging me.
By some sort of miracle I managed to make it into the lift (we were on the top floor – typical) and make it to the shop entrance. And then out of nowhere an angel appeared. Looking back it was like a bright light, angels singing moment. A total stranger walked over to me and asked me where my car was and told me that she’d push Ada’s pushchair whilst I carried Harley.
He was still in full-on escape mode the whole way back to the car and gave my arms a hardcore workout, whilst the angel lady cooed over Ada and gave me an great pep talk. She told me that it happened to every parent, she’d had four children and knew exactly what I was going through and that in years to come I’d laugh at this day. She basically gave me hope.
I’ve never experienced a meltdown of this proportion and believed I was going to have to set up home in the small toy corner of the shop. This woman was my saviour and restored my faith.
We all need to be more like this lady. She genuinely saved the day. I’ve always thought in this situation parents would hope that nobody get involved but I can officially confirm after today that a helping hand is much more appreciated.
I’m going to be honest, this experience has knocked my confidence massively in terms of solo trips with the two of them but tomorrow is a new day, well Monday anyway. And one thing is for sure, life with a toddler is not boring.
The Aspiring Yummy Mummy. x