Who Doesn’t want to Go to Grandma’s?

Today started out like any other rainy school vacation day.  Exhaustion had set in from little monsters climbing in our bed at night.  Kid 1 and Kid 2 were in their jammies all morning. They wouldn’t get dressed. All I heard was “one more special treat” and, “we want to watch another show,” and all I wanted was 1 hour  5 seconds without interruption so I could form a complete thought.  I begged arranged for my mother-in-law to take the kids overnight so I could have an evening of rest followed by a “catch up” day to get back on track with work and life.

Fast forward a couple of hours. The kids are ready for a sleepover at their Grammy’s house.  Who wouldn’t want to spend a rainy two days with their grandparents being snuggled, spoiled, and sugared up?  Hint:  Kid 1. I don’t know why, but for some reason he was completely and utterly against a fun filled sleepover at Grammy’s. I was at a loss.  Data from previous pre-drop meltdowns showed he recovered quickly once dropped.  I moved along as planned without giving it another thought.  I convinced Kid 1 to pack his own clothes for the sleepover, which seemed to snap him out of his rut.  He was so proud that he picked out 7 pairs of undies for one overnight.  Maybe he was planning on having a shitty time. Who knows?

As a distraction, and because I needed to get these two out of the house before I blew a gasket was going to get anything else done,  I packed them up and we went to Target.  I needed to buy a couple of birthday gifts for upcoming parties this weekend, and figured it was the perfect opportunity to get Kid 1 and Kid 2 some popcorn and a “Spice”, which is what my littlest calls anything carbonated.

We got what we needed, and only spilled 1 out of 2 bags of popcorn through the red Target shopping cart. “Don’t eat that” isn’t something I ever would have imagined saying multiple times a day, especially not for so many unimaginable reasons.  (I also had to break out the “don’t lick that” today, which I will admit, I used to say a lot more, but the kids are growing up… {tear drop})  Today it was the popcorn that had spilled into the cart, but didn’t seem to make it through the holes in the red cart.  You know, the ones that fell into that back dusty dirty corner under the baby seat where all the hair and crumbs and dirt from all the other germ infested little monsters collects?  Luckily most of the popcorn did fall through, and I crunched through to the next isle before anyone saw us.

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Perfectly timed, I briskly walked the cart with the garbage kids jumping on and off the sides and pushing with their feet like they were on a big red scooter, and attempted to get into a line without the kiddie crack.  It was time to head to the meeting spot to hand over the cargo. My little monsters were begging for any kind of toy or treat they could grab, so this is a lost cause. We check out, and we head for the parking lot.  It’s now raining, and I see the in-laws parked.  Kid 2 was super excited to see them, and got into her car seat without a hitch.  Kid 1 went into complete meltdown mode.

We all have those moments where the worry creeps in at a rapid rate.  It is usually paired with sweaty armpits, and a heavy pit in the chest or stomach.  “Quiet talking” to the child to not make a scene in front of the in-laws wasn’t working. You knew if they weren’t there you’d just strap him in and let him scream, and he’d snap out of it.  But there we were, in the parking lot, in the rain, with a 5 ½ year old who didn’t want to go to Grammy’s. Isn’t it funny how in your gut you can know something will be alright, and at the very same time have flashing thoughts running through your mind questioning your every move?

If Grammy knows he doesn’t want to go, will her feelings be hurt? Or, will she secretly hope I give in so she doesn’t have to take a crying kid away in the car for an overnight?  I can’t. I just can’t.  I must work the following day, and I just need some quiet time to get caught up so we can enjoy the second half of school vacation. What if I can’t get him to calm down and get in his seat? If I don’t take him, Kid 2 will start crying and want to stay with me too! Am I ruining him by forcing him to go? It’s tough love, and I know this, and being a work at home mom, he gets to be with me whenever he isn’t at school. Am I putting too much into this back to work thing? Am I not balancing my time enough? Does he feel neglected?

These moments are not easy. Even if they seem easy when you’re planning a sleepover for the kids at Grammy’s house, they become very difficult choices as soon as something goes off track.  They are exhausting, and even if we bring our best game face to the moment, we never know what will pan out.

The scenario played out in a matter of minutes…  I slightly blacked out the world around me, and transformed into tunnel vision mom. This happens as a survival skill I’ve acquired since becoming a parent.  I don’t pay attention to anything going on around me except the matter at hand.  Basically, I don’t give a shit who’s staring at me while I’m forcing my child into a car seat.  I know he will be fine once I’m out of sight.  I took him out of the car, and suggested he brings one of the toys left in the back seat of our car, as a distraction. I explained again that I must work so we can have fun for a couple days after the sleepover.  Somehow, it worked. He was still upset, but he allowed me to buckle him in and I gave both Kid 1 and 2 “one more kiss and hug” about 6 times in the rain, while I told the driver to start her engine and be ready for a quick getaway.  I shut the door for the final time, and got in my truck as they pulled away.

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Disaster averted. What just happened? I feel like I never know how things are going to go, no matter wha<t everything up to that point has led me to believe. Wait. That’s life, actually.


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