[x-posted from Sweetney & Spice]
A couple of days back, the boyfriend and I took the kid shopping for some clothes for fall. I was, well, just a leeeettle apprehensive about this, you might say.
Math is hard, shut up.
Shopping with a kid, even under the best of circumstances, can be – and I think you’ll all back me up here – an exhausting, life-force-draining experience. ESPECIALLY if said kid is any of the following things:
- Hungry
- Tired
- Wet (diaper/pull-up-wise, I mean. I would never imply that you’d just, like, hose your kid off and stick ‘em in the carseat – NOW LET’S GO SHOPPING!1!!!)
- Grumpy
- Prone to whining
- Easily distracted by shiny things
- Breathing
Let’s face it, kids are unpredictable, so I’ve found it’s always best to prepare for the worst. This is why I never leave for a shopping trip with the kid without making sure my handbag is fully stocked with at least the most obvious provisions and implements that might be needed: tissues, a bag of goldfish crackers, a bottle of water, wipes, iPod, xanax, a taser, and so on. You know, the basics.
Thankfully, in this instance, I needn’t have worried. Maybe it’s something related to growing up and becoming a big girl (sob! my baby!), but the kid was actually cooperative and docile.
Well, at least at first.
