We walk through the doors, suddenly she is in hysterics. Wailing and flailing her arms. People are starting to watch, I feel their eyes burning into the back of my skull. I start to get uncomfortable and want nothing more than to leave. Aspen's tantrum continues her shoes fly off, I turn to Bob – please take the kids to the car, "It's late, I'll only be a few minutes, please!" I plead. Aspen's screams grow stronger - her face red hot and tears are now rolling down her face. Bob more determined now than when the tantrum first started - all eyes are on us, how we dare continue shopping with such a fit.
I escape towards the coffee grinders because I can't take it - she had me at the first tear. Bob he's the strong one, he doesn't let her get to him but at this point she has. About half- way to my destination the crying and screaming stops – I am surprised.
I quickly grab the coffee grinder –a must have for the work week seeing as how my entire life is fueled by approximately 1,978,475 cups a week – and head back towards where I think Bob and the kids are. I find them miraculously no one is crying.
“How did you make it stop?” I asked curiously.
“I put her in a timeout.” He says all breezy like he is king of the world and commands the respect of toddlers –something he’s eluding I may be incapable of, at least at the moment.
And that folks is reason 1,467 why I love my husband- while I freeze under duress he has poise.
A timeout is what she needed but because her screaming had me all sorts of kerfuffled I could not see that she needed to be reprimanded – I could only see that clearly it was 10 minutes before her bedtime and I was making her suffer through Target to get a coffee grinder, a very important coffee grinder that I cannot live through the work week without.
Thank heavens he can think straight under pressure because if I were alone? I think I would have high tailed it out of there and been stuck licking coffee beans for breakfast every morning this week or worse, reusing the grinds already in the filter, ALL WEEK!
Can you imagine that? Eww.
I escape towards the coffee grinders because I can't take it - she had me at the first tear. Bob he's the strong one, he doesn't let her get to him but at this point she has. About half- way to my destination the crying and screaming stops – I am surprised.
I quickly grab the coffee grinder –a must have for the work week seeing as how my entire life is fueled by approximately 1,978,475 cups a week – and head back towards where I think Bob and the kids are. I find them miraculously no one is crying.
“How did you make it stop?” I asked curiously.
“I put her in a timeout.” He says all breezy like he is king of the world and commands the respect of toddlers –something he’s eluding I may be incapable of, at least at the moment.
And that folks is reason 1,467 why I love my husband- while I freeze under duress he has poise.
A timeout is what she needed but because her screaming had me all sorts of kerfuffled I could not see that she needed to be reprimanded – I could only see that clearly it was 10 minutes before her bedtime and I was making her suffer through Target to get a coffee grinder, a very important coffee grinder that I cannot live through the work week without.
Thank heavens he can think straight under pressure because if I were alone? I think I would have high tailed it out of there and been stuck licking coffee beans for breakfast every morning this week or worse, reusing the grinds already in the filter, ALL WEEK!
Can you imagine that? Eww.
2 comments:
I seriously hope I produce offspring with a man like that. Knowing my luck I will have to pull my shit together and be the centered one.
Great!
Ugh!
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Wow!! Go Bob!! I'm always the one that has to pull out a little extra to keep things clear. Its so not fair. In fact his angst makes me more ruffled. Oh and I sooooo would have taken the kids to get a coffee grinder, if not I can definately see myself scrounging through the kitchen for a way to mash up Coffee Beans. Maybe sealed in a bag and stomped on or perhaps a heavy spoon. could be cathardic. Either way, its good to have a backup grinder plan. ;) I might perish without my beans.
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