I am doing my best to try and stay mobile despite my hip and lack of time, and also get the kids outside so that they aren't always stuck inside. We decided to take a walk to the local "convenience mart" in search of some coveted Hostess Cupcakes and/or Twinkies so we could make a little extra holiday cash. I asked if anyone wanted to go with me, all four said yes...so off we went.
At first it was a lovely walk. There was only 1 story of how sad Mommy would be if someone got hit by a car because they weren't behaving (that's actually really good considering all 4 went and I only have 2 hands). The walk up there was peaceful. Everyone listened fairly well. No one bolted for the street. We were able to stay as a group, and as a result I didn't look like a caffeinated squirrel with Tourette's trying to keep track of all of them.
When we got to the store...there was a normal amount of whining that it wasn't fair that they couldn't get everything that they wanted...but it was subdued fairly easily. We gathered up our goods and the remaining 4 packages of Hostess Cupcakes and made our way to the cashier. They all listened to directions and waited quietly with grandpa hands by the front door.
It all when to crap when we went outside. There was no longer the threat of not getting anything because it was all in a bag. He immediately shot for the road, Wee One ran circles around Too Tall, and Bean, well she was oblivious and kept on walking towards our place. After I caught him, we were able to gain Bean's attention and wrangle Wee One into a somewhat orderly fashion and begin our route home. The only way that I can describe him is to liken him to an untrained Pit Bull (and that will be his name from now on). As I tried my best to hold all 3 bags and the paper while holding his hand as he lunged and pulled all the way up the street, I was trying to keep the others safe as well. Too Tall took over some of the bags half way home and that was a huge help, but I was still quickly loosing grip on Pit Bull.
3/4's of the way home we had to stop. Pit Bull had gotten too close to getting hit by a car for comfort. I decided that I needed to readjust my grip on him. I was also becoming increasingly aware of the eyes scorching holes in my back, as I am sure that they thought they may have been witnessing some kind of child abduction. I did my best to wrap my hand around his bicep to control some of the lunging and pull aways, and it seemed to work for a bit. Then he started to punch me in the hand, I now have a huge bruised welt on my right hand.
The end was in sight. I could see the front door, and, unfortunately, so could he. This...well this is when the screaming started. I know that I looked like I was abducting him now because the people that moved in yesterday came out of their home to ask if everything was ok. Too Tall said yes. Pit Bull called me a stupid bunny head...and they went back inside. It looks like I am going to need to take them some cookies and explain what they witnessed and moved across the street from.
We probably won't be going on another walk anytime soon, well at least not without another set of adult hands. However, now that we are home, he has settled into being a different child. I even got a nosey, an apology, and a snuggle.
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