My 19-month old son loves to move, get into everything and explore. I love that about him except when we enter the grocery store. There are so many things that he can reach, touch and break that every visit requires strategies. Some times I carry him on my back, but he is getting so long that it takes a while to get him in the carrier. Since it's raining today, I had to take the chance and put him in the buggy.
First, I never enter the store with him without a list. Without a list, he distracts me and things are forgotten. I put him in the buggy, grabbed my list and hoped for the best suspecting that a meltdown was going to happen shortly after the produce section.
I am still in shock, but there were no meltdowns. Yes, he tried to get out of the buggy a few times to reach for something, but no crying happening. He never demanded for me to carry him. And get this - mid-way in the store, he asked for a tissue. I gave it to him and he blew his OWN nose. He did chew the upper left-hand corner of my list and I had to grab it out of his mouth, but overall this visit was a success.
Being a single parent means that I don't have someone else running interference while I get chores like grocery shopping done. I have to keep him safe, entertained and products have to be purchased. We did that! Even the checkout clerk commented on how well behaved he was. Who is this guy? I like this phase.
I consider myself a typical female. There will always be more shoes out there that I desire, a laugh with my girlfriends is better than any drug and my relationship with my body is always changing. For the most part, I feel good in my skin. This place feels like home, but some days, I feel at war with my body.