She went on strike….

Today Tiara and I made our normal trip to Target and she decided she wanted to walk, which was great.  It is more difficult for me to control her when she walks with me, but she is getting exercise, so that is more important.  She has been a little “off” the past few days.  I am not sure if she is getting sick again or it is a medication change thing.  Always guessing at how she feels.

Either way, she was being very independent and kept trying to wander off in Target.  I kept having to leave the cart, chance her down and then reason her back to the cart with a promise of diet coke and popcorn.  We finally get through the store and were ready to check out as we rounded the corner and saw humongous lines at the checkout.  I mean 5 people deep. 

We got in line and she immediately plopped onto the ground.  Oh well.  I fixed her ipad and let her sit there because I knew there was no way she could wait for 5 transactions while standing.  Finally the manager came up and started opening up other lanes.  I heard her say 15 in her walkie talkie and looked over and said “Can we go in that lane, are you going to open it?”

She looked at me and said ”  I called him to open it, he should be here soon.”  I didn’t get a good feeling from her and was kinda annoyed because she wasn’t the normal manager we always deal with and she seemed put off with the fact that a million people were in line at once.  I looked at all the other women around me in line and asked if it was OK for me to get in that line first.  They were all super nice and said “You go, you need to get out of here faster than us.” 

That is when I tried to pry TT off the floor but she wouldn’t budge.  By this time the cashier has showed up and I am trying to get my stuff on the conveyor belt, while keeping my eyes on Tiara making sure she doesn’t run off.  The woman in line behind us said “Can I take your items out of the cart for you, so you can get her up off the floor?”

me:  “YES, PLEASE!”

I finally bribed her off the floor.  I knew all the other Moms were watching in fascination grateful, not to be me, but they were all really helpful.  We then went to the snack bar and once again she refused to leave after I got her snacks.  She was planted at a table just staring at me when I pulled out his big lecture.

me:  “If you can’t be a big girl and walk out of the store we won’t be able to go out anymore.  Mommy can’t carry you and I need you to be a good listener if you want to go shopping again.  You have to be a good listener if you want to go shopping at Target everyday. ” I think I may have repeated this same mantra even more than I said above.

Long pause…….

She got up.  Really?  Fist pump!!!! 

her: “I’m mad at you!”

Who cares if she is mad at me?  I was so happy and grateful that I won, I could have done a cheer for myself.  I have finally learned that if I am patient, don’t appear rattled or stressed, she will eventually come around, but if she smells fear, I’m a goner. 

Hope you have a great day!

xoxo tiffani

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