After waking up this morning, getting Trent out of his crib and handing him his required chocolate milk, we sat on the couch and cuddled. As he repeatedly looked deep into my eyes, then hugged and kissed me, I couldn't help but think that today was going to be a great day!
I was wrong...
Yesterday we found out that Mark's best friend, Chris, his wife, Kristen and their two adorable kids, were driving from Vegas to hang out with us for the weekend. I was thinking that I would have plenty of time to clean the house and finish putting away the last of the Christmas presents, well, that was until Mark informed me that we would be going to Heavenly snow park tomorrow and I realized that Trent didn't have any puffy, warm, snow pants. He has plenty of warm jackets and he even has a pair of what else, camo snow boots, but no snow pants. So, finding snow pants was first on my list of things to do today. As Mark was heading out the door to work, he asked if I could find a pair of pants that was either black or grey so that Trent could wear his "cool, new jacket." I secretly rolled my eyes and thought to myself that Trent would get whatever color pants I could find him.
I also needed pants to fit my larger than life belly, so I slapped on some hideous maternity jeans, a warm jacket and threw some warm clothes on Trent as well, and off to Target we went. I should stop and explain for those of you who do not know, that we live in a very, very small town. I went from living in the Bay Area, to Reno, to Vegas to my husband's tiny hometown of Minden. The closest mall we have is in Reno which is about 45 minutes away. We are stuck with Target, Walmart, Burlington and Big 5 and that's about it. In Vegas, I would whip my little car around the corner and practically hit any store I could ever want but that just isn't the case here and I have to admit that I kind of love it!
Back to my story....so, we headed to Target first which did not have any pants for either Trent or myself but I decided to pick up a few essentials while I was there. Trent decided that he just did not want to cooperate with me today and sit in the cart like a good little boy should. Nope, he wanted to run around like a crazy person. I let him walk next to me in the grocery store yesterday and he did a fabulous job! He stayed next to me, never strayed and never tried to touch anything he shouldn't. Well, that didn't happen today. After he finagled his way out of the cart belt, I set him on the ground and he immediately took off like a bat out of hell. I literally had to chase after him in this puffy coat and huge boots. Just as I was closing in on him, I felt my left foot slide out from under me and turn in this crazy direction. I then heard a not-so-great sounding 'pop.' I immediately started having sharp pains shoot from my left him to my left knee. I grabbed the monster that is Trent and hobbled, very ungracefully back to the cart.
Pissed, I put Trent back in the cart and gimped it around the rest of the store. We next stopped at Big 5 and I was immediately angry at myself when I realized that I forgot the stroller. Praying that Trent would hold my hand while we shopped for our pants, we made our way into the store. Trent immediately started throwing a fit because he did not want to hold my hand; he wanted to run around the store. The clerk quickly told me that they didn't have any pants his size so we were off to Burlington which is only a few stores down.
Thankfully, they had a cart that Trent could sit in. He refused to be buckled but he was agreeable to sitting in the main cart. Cringing, I reluctantly sat him in the cart (I've never done that before) and vowed that we would be in and out in less than 10 minutes. Hah!
I couldn't find any pants in his size, despite the fact that there was a big sign advertising "2T snow pants." I had to wrestle down a saleswoman to ask her if they had anymore in the back. She asked me what size I needed, to which I answered 2T. As we walked all the back across the store, she asked me several more times. She then found the pants she was looking for and held them up to me and proudly proclaimed, "4T." Trying not to shoot daggers from my eyes, I explained that I needed a 2T and she pushed the pants toward me and said, "Yes, 4T." Not wanting to drop kick her to the throat or be rude (I hate when people are rude to salespeople, I politely thanked her for her time and turned around.
I quickly made my way to the woman's section, hoping that this trip would not be a total loss. As I was searching for pants for myself, Trent grabbed my purse with the quickness of a ninja, took out my wallet, opened it, turned it over and dumped all of the contents to the ground. As I was picking up money and loose credit cards, he began to rip out my other credit cards and my license and throw them in the air like he was making it rain money or something. I am on my hands and knees, scrambling to find everything as he laughs hysterically and people walk by me while giving me the "why don't you control your kid? look." A cute little old man even said, "He's cute but he looks like a handful." Trent smiled sweetly at the old guy before scrunching his nose of and giving him his best "stink face." I collected everything I could find and made a beeline for the checkout lane, all while trying to take deep breathes and tell myself that I love my son! Trent may be cute and he is pretty good most of the time, but he does occasionally have days like today when I want to ship him to my parents!
If that wasn't enough, Trent head-butted me as I was putting him in his carseat. He hit my nose so hard, that my eyes immediately began to water and my vision became all blurred. I had to bite my tongue for fear that various expletives would escape my mouth and I didn't want Trent, who is repeating everything I say, busting out an "f" bomb in some ridiculously embarrassing place as he inevitably would.
We went through all of this today (I forgot to mention the random screeching that he did at odd intervals throughout all stores, along with shouting the word "cold" at the top of his lungs and ripping his beanie off of his big head and throwing it as far as he could all while laughing at me) and I still don't have any puffy, warm pants for Trent. Frankly, all I want to do is clean my house, take a nap and drink a flipping milkshake all before our friends get here this evening. Thankfully, they are the best people around and so much fun so I know this weekend will be a blast!
Now, he is napping like the angel I know he can be while I write this rather long blog instead of cleaning the house like I should be doing. In the interest of time, I'm not going back to proofread this bad boy because I have to get off my lazy, gimpy behind and finish cleaning this house! So, please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors that are probably scattered throughout.
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