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OT Shopping with children
Sunny wrote:
If the story is true, even if it's not, I pity the poor woman shopping with six. This is a totally true, unembellished story: When my youngest was young he had many ear infections, despite breastfeeding until he was two and keeping him away from foods he reacted to. His older brother was asthmatic. I can tell you we had some interesting times. One morning, I realized I was out of diapers. The younger was 18 months or so and the older was around 4. The youngest had a raving ear infection and was taking steroids to bring down the inflamation (yes, there was a good reason why no ear tubes). The older was having bad asthma and was taking albuteral for that. In other words, I had two drugged, hyped up, cranky and generally miserable boys. I dragged them to the car, dragged them into the store. The older one immediately got into the space under the cart and the younger one had to be IN the cart and within a minute, the older one poked the younger through the cart bottom and the younger gave the c art front a hard kick. At that, the little thingys holding the front of the cart in place gave way and the hinged front flapped down, hard (this was a metal cart), smacking the older boy in the face. Blood went everywhere. Nose, lips, teeth, forehead. The older one hit the offending hinged front flap with a fist, it swung up, the younger one kicked it again and BANG, hit older boy in the face again. Now, I couldn't leave the store without diapers and probably other things I had to have, so I dragged bloody child out, wiped his face on my tee-shirt, fended off the store manager and dragged him screaming through the store. The younger one was so pleased with himself that he stood up the first time I let go of the cart to get something off the shelf, falling from the cart headfirst. Now I had two bleeding, s creaming, drug-addled children. I was dragging them through the store (I suspect I was also picking up a prescription, which I almost always was back then) when I came to the pharmacy section and looking at the "unmentionables" shelves I remembered that we were out of "birth control devices" and shuddered to think what a night of indiscretion might mean and picked up a box of the things, foregoing the usual embarrassment and just tossing them into the basket. We finally made it up to the front checkout. Both boys were in the basket by this time, sobbing and fighting and grabbing for candy and bleeding. Bruises were forming on the older one's truly banged up face. My tee-shirt was bloody and had snot on it by this time. A young kid, around 20 maybe, was checking and he was wide-eyed at my kids, sort of being very quiet and checking quickly. He picked up the condoms and looked at them and looked at me and said "Good move!" I was humiliated. Horrified. Could have climbed under any nearby rock. But I broke out laughing. I couldn't help it. To this day, I wonder if that poor kid ever got the nerve to have a family of his own or if my sons permanently scarred him. Have a wonderful day, Sunny (and I swear this really happened to me) I'd have laughed with you! Oh dear... ONE screaming hyperbrat was enough at times, and young James was USUALLY a total cherub. Just now and then he turned from cherub to scarlet screaming boiled goblin in seconds... Usually when it would be MOST embarrassing. -- Kate XXXXXX R.C.T.Q Madame Chef des Trolls Lady Catherine, Wardrobe Mistress of the Chocolate Buttons http://www.katedicey.co.uk Click on Kate's Pages and explore! |
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OT Shopping with children
On Aug 24, 9:54 am, Sunny wrote:
If the story is true, even if it's not, I pity the poor woman shopping with six. This is a totally true, unembellished story: When my youngest was young he had many ear infections, despite breastfeeding until he was two and keeping him away from foods he reacted to. His older brother was asthmatic. I can tell you we had some interesting times. One morning, I realized I was out of diapers. The younger was 18 months or so and the older was around 4. The youngest had a raving ear infection and was taking steroids to bring down the inflamation (yes, there was a good reason why no ear tubes). The older was having bad asthma and was taking albuteral for that. In other words, I had two drugged, hyped up, cranky and generally miserable boys. I dragged them to the car, dragged them into the store. The older one immediately got into the space under the cart and the younger one had to be IN the cart and within a minute, the older one poked the younger through the cart bottom and the younger gave the c art front a hard kick. At that, the little thingys holding the front of the cart in place gave way and the hinged front flapped down, hard (this was a metal cart), smacking the older boy in the face. Blood went everywhere. Nose, lips, teeth, forehead. The older one hit the offending hinged front flap with a fist, it swung up, the younger one kicked it again and BANG, hit older boy in the face again. Now, I couldn't leave the store without diapers and probably other things I had to have, so I dragged bloody child out, wiped his face on my tee-shirt, fended off the store manager and dragged him screaming through the store. The younger one was so pleased with himself that he stood up the first time I let go of the cart to get something off the shelf, falling from the cart headfirst. Now I had two bleeding, s creaming, drug-addled children. I was dragging them through the store (I suspect I was also picking up a prescription, which I almost always was back then) when I came to the pharmacy section and looking at the "unmentionables" shelves I remembered that we were out of "birth control devices" and shuddered to think what a night of indiscretion might mean and picked up a box of the things, foregoing the usual embarrassment and just tossing them into the basket. We finally made it up to the front checkout. Both boys were in the basket by this time, sobbing and fighting and grabbing for candy and bleeding. Bruises were forming on the older one's truly banged up face. My tee-shirt was bloody and had snot on it by this time. A young kid, around 20 maybe, was checking and he was wide-eyed at my kids, sort of being very quiet and checking quickly. He picked up the condoms and looked at them and looked at me and said "Good move!" I was humiliated. Horrified. Could have climbed under any nearby rock. But I broke out laughing. I couldn't help it. To this day, I wonder if that poor kid ever got the nerve to have a family of his own or if my sons permanently scarred him. Have a wonderful day, Sunny (and I swear this really happened to me) Sunny, I am ROFLMAO! I just had to share your story with my DH. He was looking at me...probably wondering what was so funny. Anyway, thanks for sharing. Launie, in Oregon |
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