What began as a benign shopping trip to Trader Joe's with all three children, quickly turned into grocery shopping hell. Granted, I wanted to sneak this "quick" trip in between picking kids up from school and eating lunch. I knew what I was dealing with (loaded and cocked weapons), but I was certain that the appeal of pushing the small shopping carts around the store would be enough to distract them from their grumbling tummies. Boy was I wrong.
It all started with B stealing the cart that E had selected and claimed it as his own. Now E is in tears and we haven't even gotten inside the store! After grabbing another cart and making our way in, E rammed B in the back of the legs and claimed, "That's what you get for stealing my cart!" Now B spins around and pushes his cart into his brother's cart effectively blocking the entry way and several lovely people simply wishing to get inside and shop. Meanwhile, The Peach is on my hip just taking it all in. Poor girl.
Why do my children do this to me?
I realize that this situation is escalating and will continue to get worse. I manage to pull them out of the way and have a quick chat and tell them they need to knock it off and start being the good helpers they agreed to be when we were back in the car. Once we start shopping, they begin to fight over who gets to put what in their carts. They push and race each other in order to get "more" of what I am shopping for. I decided to trade off putting items in each of their carts. Thinking this would nip the competition in the bud, B (too smart for his own good) realizes that when we grabbed the last item, it went into E's cart and therefore had MORE than B had in his cart. Now my 6 year old starts whining and complaining.
With the desire to get out of there as quickly as possible, I usher my two hungry and tired boys (with The Peach still on my hip) to a check out lane. B gently pushes his cart up to the nice gentleman who would be checking us out. E thinks it is appropriate to ram the cart he has into B's while the Trader Joe's employee is trying to unload the tiny cart. This is when I question my choice NOT to beat my children.
I take a deep breath, complete my transaction, and remind myself that they are tired and hungry. Once in the car we have a nice chat about appropriate behavior in public places and that making each other angry to the point of tears is NOT what we are looking for. After a few apologies to me, I remind them that they were unkind to each other and now need to think of something nice they can do for each other. B thinks this is the WORST PUNISHMENT IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. E on the other hand comes up with an idea quickly. I told them that it didn't matter what they came up with as long as it is KIND. B very begrudgingly told me that he would give his brother a hug. After hearing the tone in his voice I reminded him that he should be gentle.
I would think that with 6 years of parenting beneath my belt I could have seen this coming from a mile away. I guess I just hoped it would turn out the way it played out in my head.
It all started with B stealing the cart that E had selected and claimed it as his own. Now E is in tears and we haven't even gotten inside the store! After grabbing another cart and making our way in, E rammed B in the back of the legs and claimed, "That's what you get for stealing my cart!" Now B spins around and pushes his cart into his brother's cart effectively blocking the entry way and several lovely people simply wishing to get inside and shop. Meanwhile, The Peach is on my hip just taking it all in. Poor girl.
Why do my children do this to me?
I realize that this situation is escalating and will continue to get worse. I manage to pull them out of the way and have a quick chat and tell them they need to knock it off and start being the good helpers they agreed to be when we were back in the car. Once we start shopping, they begin to fight over who gets to put what in their carts. They push and race each other in order to get "more" of what I am shopping for. I decided to trade off putting items in each of their carts. Thinking this would nip the competition in the bud, B (too smart for his own good) realizes that when we grabbed the last item, it went into E's cart and therefore had MORE than B had in his cart. Now my 6 year old starts whining and complaining.
With the desire to get out of there as quickly as possible, I usher my two hungry and tired boys (with The Peach still on my hip) to a check out lane. B gently pushes his cart up to the nice gentleman who would be checking us out. E thinks it is appropriate to ram the cart he has into B's while the Trader Joe's employee is trying to unload the tiny cart. This is when I question my choice NOT to beat my children.
I take a deep breath, complete my transaction, and remind myself that they are tired and hungry. Once in the car we have a nice chat about appropriate behavior in public places and that making each other angry to the point of tears is NOT what we are looking for. After a few apologies to me, I remind them that they were unkind to each other and now need to think of something nice they can do for each other. B thinks this is the WORST PUNISHMENT IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. E on the other hand comes up with an idea quickly. I told them that it didn't matter what they came up with as long as it is KIND. B very begrudgingly told me that he would give his brother a hug. After hearing the tone in his voice I reminded him that he should be gentle.
I would think that with 6 years of parenting beneath my belt I could have seen this coming from a mile away. I guess I just hoped it would turn out the way it played out in my head.







