Burst Bubbles

Yesterday afternoon BTB had to work late ( Tis the season).  When T and I are left to my devices we are not very scheduled. I am a controlled chaos kind of person. 
 

 We needed a few things from the grocery store and I usually try to do it when I can step away from the office. Not because T is bad at the grocery, but because it is just easier. Well, yesterday that wasn’t an option.  So off we went.

 I got  one of the “cool” carts with the driver seat and wheel because he loves those. He spent the whole time “driving” around the store. He actually reminded me of little Maggie Simpson driving with Marge on the intro The Simpson’s show. He loved it.

 Every time I put something in the cart, he said, “yummy!”  He yelled “hey” to everyone, whether they responded or not.  ::Insert Tangent:: Speaking of, when a two year old smiles, waves and says, “hey” you say “hey” back. That is just what you do. Ignoring them or just looking at them is like not stopping at cross walk for people to go by. (Not exactly, since you could hit someone with your car--but you get what I mean!)

After we got all the groceries in the car, passed off our “cool” cart to another eager toddler, we headed home. I turned on the oven the minute we got home so I could make T a pizza. While that was cooking, I decided it was a perfect time to let him play with his new bubble maker Megan and E got him.

We played bubbles we ate pizza outside, then it was time to go inside. {Enter meltdown}  In Megs words, T lost his “ever-loving-mind” all over our back porch. World ending kind of meltdown, people.

Then, guess what I did? I had a world ending meltdown, too.

Sometimes the poison of life that needs to exit your body, does so in the form of an unexpected ugly cry with your toddler. We were crying for different reasons, but in an ironic twist, someone had metaphorically and literally burst both of our bubbles.

I think sometimes as parents we feel the need to keep up appearances. No one wants to be frazzled mommy at daycare, work or even at the grocery store for that matter. At a moment’s notice though, our environment can flip and we ARE that mom! It is a sad, ugly reality of being mom.

After our meltdowns, we went upstairs and cuddled and watch some Chuggington. Those trains seemed to calm us both down.

We had a great evening. I look at the meltdowns as an opportunity. T and I were both frustrated and needed an avenue to release. The meltdown didn’t define the time we spent together.

Honestly, it may have enhanced it. I think my little guy has a soft spot for his mommy. Because he was shoveling out hugs and kisses like it was Valentine’s Day!