Momma said there'd be days like this...

Ok so maybe not the entire day but the lyric certainly popped into my head at certain moments. So, as soon as I picked up Anthony he was not in a good mood. He had just been reprimanded for trying yet again to headbutt someone ( I have no idea where he could have learned that). So of course he was all in tears and gave me a big sad "I did nothing wrong momma" look. We trotted out and went to the car after he got his way and I gave him my keys. Keys are his new thing and he constantly wants you to let him go out and unlock the car door and then let him sit in the drivers seat and let him turn the steering wheel and make the wipers go off. Of course, giving him the keys was not a good idea. We then sat in the truck for a good 5 minutes while I asked Anthony to please give momma the keys so we could go see dada. This usually works. This time he was adamant I was not getting the keys and would laugh everytime I reached over and tried to grab them. Finally, I got the keys from him but this lead to another 5 minutes of driving with a screaming kid. Even with the current situation I bravely decided that I could quickly march into HEB and grab a few things for dinner. I know.. what was I thinking. It started off well, we walked in holding hands and he marched over to where the shopping carts that look like cars are. You've seen the things when you didn't have kids and thought nothing of them besides maybe how cute the kid in it is. Then the day comes when your toddler is only happy at the store if he can ride in it and you realize that those things are like pushing a tank around many people and corners. Really, it's like two shopping carts long and you have to back up to make turns to get into those aisles. Nevertheless, it makes the shopping trip a lot easier. But, not today. We quickly tried to make our way through a very crowded HEB. I am constantly apologizing to the poor woman or man who I almost take out because of how far back I am from the front of the shopping cart that I didn't even see them as I came around a corner. I also have to battle the fact that today Anthony insisted that everything I put into the cart I first handed to him so that he could then throw it with all his force into the cart. Then there was the screaming fit when I told him he couldn't throw the glass jar. I distract him somehow and we are almost out the door when I decided we need tortilla chips so we march down the chip aisle which also has all the cookies opposite of them. This then leads Anthony to start screaming out "cooookiiiesss, coookiies, coookies" again and again and again. He is doing the typical toddler tantrum where he is not just screaming it but he is arching his back and throwing himself backwards. What am I to do? I grab a small 40 cent bag and hand it to him and as quickly as I can I push the tank down the aisle thinking to myself I shouldn't even be in the chip aisle to begin with. We go over to the checkout when I realize I forgot something but it's just not worth it anymore. I pluck my items onto the counter and even convince Anthony to put his cookies down so we can pay for them then eat them. Now there is the struggle of Anthony wanting to be the one to swipe the debit card. Another fit. I quickly ask for a buddy buck. If you don't have kids, HEB gives them a fake dollar that they can put in one of those crane machines and get a sticker. He loves this so it distracts him and he proudly holds his buck. We pay for the items and move over to the machine. I take him down and he puts his dollar in and gets his sticker. I only have a couple of bags so I figured I would grab the bags and put the tank back so I don't have to push it out. Anthony decided why wait for momma I will just run out the front door. This means I run out leaving everything still in the cart so I can catch him before he makes it to the parking lot. I scoop him up while he is kicking and screaming. A guy now feels pity for me and takes the bags out for me and offers to put the cart away for me. I now carry a screaming kid and bags to the car. I set the bags down and him while I search for my keys. He now sees the keys and the whole key fit starts again. I tell him he can't have them and he throws himself onto the parking lot ground screaming "keys,keys,keys." I man comes out to get into the car next to us and I apoligize for my screaming son who is blocking his car door. He just smiles and says " no problem I remember those days."

Maybe I will remember this day years down the road as I see someone struggling with their kiddo and I will find myself telling them that I remember those days. At the moment though my only thought was, I already need a break!

He did redeem himself when we got home by running up to me and giving me kisses and dancing around the living room.

This video shows how you just can't be upset with the little guy after all that he may do.

He is saying "I luv you"