I had one of those mommy moments today. The kind you know are coming, but really don't want to face. My daughter tested my will power in public.
She's done it before, but it's been quite a while. She and Buddy are usually very well behaved when we're out and about. So much so, that sometimes I pretend I have perfect children.
It all started when Curly started talking about ice cream on the way home from my parents' house. We'd been there for a brief visit, and she and Buddy had been really sweet and pretty well behaved. We had to stop at Food Lion to pick up a couple of odds and ends. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, Curly asked where the ice cream truck was. I told her it wasn't there, but they had ice cream inside. She asked if we could buy some, and I said sure, since they had been so sweet this morning.
We got in the store and they both immediately ran for the dreaded "mini carts." You know, the miniature version of the real cart that some stores have for children. When I only have one child with me, the "mini-cart" is managable. With both of them with me, the mini-carts become tiny missiles, endangering any ankle that might dare get in their path, as my children run crazily up the aisles with me shouting their names in vain behind them.
We'd had a very uneventful run through the aisles by the time we got to the ice cream. Curly had asked me where the ice cream was approximately 4,327 times. Buddy hadn't assaulted anyone with his mini-cart. It was at this moment that they both decided make a b-line for a display of wind chimes. (Smart idea Food Lion, place a display of wind chimes exactly at toddler/preschooler height level. Colossal FAIL!)
As I calmly called them both back, I told Curly that if she needed to come pick out her ice cream.
No response, except the loud banging of every wind chime they had hanging there.
I said the same thing again.
Then I stepped it up to no ice cream if they both didn't come back right this minute.
Same loud banging.
I finally marched myself over, grabbed them both by the arm and placed them back in the main aisle, skipping the ice cream completely, and scolding them for wondering off and disobeying mommy. Buddy was unphased. Suddenly, Curly realized we were headed for the check out, but without ice cream.
She gasped. "Mommy!! WE FORGOT THE ICE CREAM!" I calmly explained that she'd made her choice not to listen to mommy so no ice cream. This is when the meltdown started.
She immediately turned on the waterworks, whining loudly, "But Mommy, you said we could get some ice cream!!" I explained about her choice again. She continued to scream and cry, very loudly. I then told her that if she didn't stop her fit, I'd call the Easter Bunny and tell him not to come.
Yes. I went there.
She let out a loud "Nooooooo!!" By this time every eyeball in a 30 ft radius was staring in our direction. One of those moments you want to dive under the nearest display. I quietly told her to stop screaming and crying. This time, she obliged. She let out a few loud sniffs, but we made it to the check out and back to the van (in the rain) without further incident.
It was one of those moments I just wanted to go back and grab the ice cream, just so she'd quit screaming and people would quit boring holes in my back with their eyes and thinking "what a horrible mom." But then it would set a precident. Curly would think "All I have to do is throw a fit, and then I'll get my way!" Her "monkey-see, monkey-do" brother would get the same idea. We can't have that or life would be intolerable with my kids!
So I had that moment. I threatened to cancel the Easter Bunny. I was that mom. Hopefully, in the long run, it will do her good.