Yesterday morning started out as any other. Sarah and I had a heated discussion over her outfit. She didn't want to wear what I had chosen so she picked out another outfit. The plaid skirt and leopard print kitty cat shirt did not go together. Especially with the silver Birkenstock like sandals she had chosen to go with it. And the fact that it was 37 degrees outside made the choice in outfit even worse.
But I normally don't fight with her over clothing and since we were only headed to Wal-Mart, I let her wear the outfit. However, immediately after I said "fine, you can wear this" she decided she wanted to wear something else.
She and I finally made it to Wal-Mart and the real fun began. Lately, I have been letting her stay out of the cart as long as she stays with me. And she usually does a great job staying with me. In fact, she is usually "helping" me push the cart so what should be a 45 minute trip to Wal-Mart usually ends up taking an hour and a half.
As soon as we walked into the health and beauty section, she looked at me, tilted her head and smiled. This wasn't her sweet smile this was her devilish smile. I swear I saw an actual gleam in her eye.
And then she took off. She started running through the aisles of Wal-Mart. And as she was running I could hear her giggling in delight.
I decided not to start running after her because I knew that would only make her fun faster. And since I could hear her giggles, I could keep up with her even though I couldn't see her. But then, I couldn't hear her any more. And I couldn't see her. So I said a quick prayer and started running through the aisles of Wal-Mart calling out for her.
Luckily, our Wal-Mart is pretty empty at 9:00 on a Monday morning . Usually it's just a few elderly people and other stay-at-home moms. But you never know when the random creep or pervert is going to be out and about so I started to get nervous.
I ran through other aisles calling her name and finally I spotted her. She had one of her silver sandals in her hand and the devilish gleam was still in her eye.
This time I was able to chase her and grab her and as I put her in the cart, I started telling her that in addition to being stuck in the cart for the next 5 maybe 6 years, she wouldn't get any TV or computer time for the rest of the day.
And let me tell you folks, that punishment hurt Mommy just as much as it hurt her. No TV or computer meant that I had to come up with lots of extra activities to fill the time.
We planted flower seeds in the rain (it was only a light mist at the time but it was rain none the less), we made two crafts (pretty cheesy ones but still, they were crafts and one of them even required that I get out the glue gun), we baked banana bread (have I ever mentioned that I don't enjoy the mess of baking with kids) and we whined.
All in all, I think her punishment was harder on me than it was on her but I hope she learned her lesson. And I'm sure she and I will be reminded of it every Monday for the next 5 years as I plop her in the cart and have to hear her whine and whimper for 45 minutes as we make our way through the aisles of Wal-Mart.
And I just keep telling myself that her defiance and disobedience is just a phase but I hope it is one that we pass through quickly because quite frankly, I've had enough of it!
And the funny thing is, that when we got into the car to head home, I turned on the radio and Trace Adkin's song, "You're Gonna Miss This" was playing.
And as I started singing along, I laughed and realized that yes, one of these days I am gonna miss this.