Mum, Can I Have Some Sweeties?
This line is enough to bring me to tears after a long trip around a supermarket with a demanding child. It can be the last straw. Saying no, can lead to the screaming heebie-jeebies and pointed looks from old grannies; or if you’re lucky, sympathetic grins from passersby who always seem to say ‘We’ve all been there!’ which is nice, but doesn’t help much.
I had a ‘do’ recently in Morrissons which nearly pushed me over the edge. Darlek was at school, so I thought it would be quite a calm shopping trip with only the one child to deal with, oh how wrong I was! Sausage spotted the sweets aisle and grabbed a packet of something or other and refused to put it down, it was dragged from his grasp and put back on the shelves – leading to floods of tears and rolling around on the floor.
I stood calmly watching the hysterics and waited for it to be over so I could continue shopping. These days I am almost beyond embarrassment so the ocassional funny looks weren’t bothering me much at that point. Problem was, the screaming and ranting wasn’t stopping, and I simply had to go and get on with things, the clock was ticking, my tummy was rumbling and I didn’t have the luxury of stropping time. He’s far too heavy to carry for any amount of time now, especially when he’s squirming about, so I just crouched down and explained to my sobbing child that I was going to do my shopping and he HAD to come with me. We had raisins at home, he could have some when we got back.
Raisins were not motivation enough, he wasn’t for coming, so I wandered around the corner of a nearby aisle and peeked between the shelves to see if he’d follow me, whilst hoping that a kindly citizen wouldn’t try and drag him over to Customer Services and declare him ‘Lost’. That’s the only problem with leaving a child (in sight of course) tantrumming on their own, people don’t ignore apparently abandoned, distressed children – which in most cases is a good thing, but it doesn’t half muck up a stand off with a toddler. You end up with a hysterical child who thinks they’re being kidnapped as well as abandoned, and a very annoyed adult who thinks you’re an irresponsible parent. It’s a win / win situation – not. I’ve been there!
Anyway, this time, it worked at least. He clambered up off the floor and ran round to me, he grabbed my legs in a bear hug, and then laid down on the floor again as I tried to set off on what was turning out to be the shopping expedition from hell. From then on I simply picked things off the shelves, cursed quietly under my breath, and limped around with Sausage wailing like the world was ending, whilst being dragged along the floor attached to my ankle – and pushing a trolley. Multi-tasking or what! People were staring at us, I just gritted my teeth and carried on. What else is there to do in a situation like that? One passerby suggested I roll around on the floor too and see if that shocked him into stopping. I was a midges whisker from doing just that. Nothing was working, not cajoling, not telling off, not comforting, absolutely nothing!
Most people were sympathetic, and either grinned, laughed and a few people commented that their kids used to do stuff like that too, which made me feel slightly better. It’s just that my son can be spectacularly determined, and he was showing off his talents big time! He wanted those sweets and he was going to make me suffer for the lack of them.
The whole episode lasted for about half an hour, by which time I was nearly in tears, Morrissons had a very clean floor and I had a very mucky, distraught child. It was awful. He’s never been that bad, before or since which is something I have to be thankful for at least. If you see a mum dealing with a child tantrumming like a little demon, please do smile sympathetically. It was a horrid situation, made slightly better because the other people in the supermarket were, in the majority, nice about it.
And just as an afterthought, although raisins are healthy and I try to look after my kids teeth as best I can – I have to admit that if I’d have had these at home to blackmail my son with I might have been more successful. Carol from Online Sweets sent these last week and I have to say they are lovely, although I cannot eat any more of them for a whle because my teeth hurt. This is no reflection on the sweets, more on the massive amount I’ve eaten in the last couple of days.
They are Haribo Giant Strawberries, one tub of which is ‘sour’. Sour flavoured stuff is excellent for giving to kids (every now and then, I hasten to add – I want my kids to have gnashers to be proud of) so that you can watch them pull funny faces. So far the sour flavoured ones seem to be the favourite with us, but I gave a couple to my parents and they grimaced loads and flatly refused to eat any more of them. I suspect it’s a matter of what you prefer. They did, however, eat quite a few of the plain Giant Strawberries.
These are massive tubs, and they’ll last us a long time (especially as I’ve nearly dissolved my teeth with eating so many). If, god forbid, I have any more horrendous ‘do’s such as the above, I’ll definitely be using these particular sweets as ammunition for good behaviour. Probably a dodgy parenting technique, but any port in a storm as they say!
If you’d like to buy these you can find them here – Online Sweets They come highly recommended!