Today we all went to Home Depot, including the dog. First of all, I live in South Florida and it is hot AF right now. Going outside is limited to a “needs-only” basis at this point.
So of course, per the laws of the universe, someone immediately started being unhappy. Smalls was pissed he had to sit in the cart. And once we got in there, he shit his pants. So I trekked him back to the car for a diaper change in the thousand degree heat. Then back to the store, where he continued to scream about having to be in the cart, being held, the injustice of his situation. Because I no longer wanted to hear the screaming, I took him and the dog back to the car, so Dading could finish shopping with Biggie. Again, long trek across the store back to the parking lot.
What do I look like at this point? Like a hot fucking mess. Covered in sweat, hair all frizzy and crazy looking. I pass a mom with her maybe 9 year old son in tow. The conversation went as follows:
Me: I thought the dog would have been the bad one but nope, it’s the baby. He’s been tantruming.
Mom: I would put him in the cart and let him scream. I have 4 kids. You gotta do what you gotta do. Are you ok?
Me: Oh yeah, I’m good. Dad is with the other one shopping.
Mom: I’ll put you (looks at Smalls) in my cart and push you around the store and let you cry.
I know I must have looked like a frazzled new mom. She doesn’t know I’m not. But she asked me if I was ok! That was so awesome. You always read about moms looking out for each other, but that’s the first time it happened to me with a stranger. For a hot minute, we were allies in the shit show that is parenting. So thank you, Home Depot mom. For taking one second to check on me.
Moral of the story: avoid taking children out in public at all costs. Next time we’ll leave them in the dog crate and just take the dog 😉