{If Looks Could Kill}

I'd be dead!

Let's face it. I have 2 year old twins. Need I say more?

Today in Target while standing in line to check out Jake started to melt down.

Delaney, thank GOD, sat next to him in the stroller just as quiet as a mouse while Jake threw a fit! I tried everything. His binky {I know}, his teddy, his Spider man, his sippy cup, his lunch and NOTHING would stop the nuclear melt down inside him. So I did what most moms would do...I smacked him. NOOOOOOOOOOO I'M JUST KIDDING!

I DIDN'T DO THAT!

I did ignore him, though. I mean honestly, what could I do. I was trying to get out of the store, but I was next in line and wasn't about to LEAVE! So I stood there kneeling down from time to time telling him to quiet. That we were on our way home and that if he was a good boy...yada, yada, yada. Well the next thing I knew the old man in line in front of me literally gave me the dirtiest look I've ever been given. Here I am trying everything in the book to get Jake to, basically, shut up and the man has the nerve to look at me like I'm dirt. Like I'm a horrible excuse for a parent and how dare I go out into the light of day with such a rotten, loud, noise making, excuse of spawn! There was no sympathy. No, I understand...I was/am a parent/grandparent. We all have those kind of moments/days. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I get the evil eye!

I couldn't help myself. The moment he delivered his look of disgust I started laughing out loud. And instantly made the decision to let him scream! I could care less. I spend the majority of my time trying to keep my sanity. Worrying if others {STRANGERS} around me are being put out by my children that I don't focus long enough on one thing to enjoy the moment. So as the crotchety old coot took his receipt from the cashiers hand I looked down at Jake and said "Jake, Thank God he's not your grandpa!" loud enough for everyone to hear! Now, I know that's not much of a come back, but hey...... my kids are good kids, loud ~ yes, but goooooooood kids! And if you can't look at a child and see the good in them, even when they're having a melt down then you're the one with the problem. The only way it could have been better is if I walked out of the store behind him, Jake screaming the entire way, only to find out we were parked right next to each other!

Ironically, in that very same Target, only 2 weeks after delivering Jake & Delaney I strolled through the store with the babies and my mother. As a man, in his mid 50's, passed me he clearly said "WELL, HER LIFE IS OVER!"!!!! Only to get up to the register and have a little girl ask me about the babies and then promptly ask me if I had another baby in my tummy. NICE!

I think I need to find another Target!