{"id":47,"date":"2005-07-28T15:37:00","date_gmt":"2005-07-28T23:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.yuriar.com\/wp\/?p=47"},"modified":"2005-07-28T15:37:00","modified_gmt":"2005-07-28T23:37:00","slug":"shopping-cart-meltdown","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yuriar.com\/katp\/2005\/07\/28\/shopping-cart-meltdown\/","title":{"rendered":"Shopping cart meltdown"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><font size=\"2\" face=\"Arial\">Has anyone found the secret for dealing with this phenomenon?  When your normally well-behaved, joyful child starts a screaming fit in the donut aisle of the food store, how do you react?  <\/font><\/p>\n<p><font size=\"2\" face=\"Arial\">Now I must admit to being blessed.  In the 4 and a half years I\u2019ve been a mother, this is the first time I\u2019ve ever had to really face this dilemma.  My kids can normally be brought back to reasonable behavior simply by asking, \u201cDo you want to go to the car?\u201d    I guess it has been so long since I actually had to leave a cart in the store and walk out, my oldest has forgotten.  I\u2019ve never had to do it with my DD, and the baby is still too little to do anything that necessitates a trip to the car. <\/font><\/p>\n<p><font size=\"2\" face=\"Arial\">In truth, looking back at my actions today, I reacted badly.  I threatened a trip to the car but didn\u2019t carry it out.  Why not? You ask.  Well, the major meltdown didn\u2019t begin until we hit the bread aisle, which is the very last stop before we checkout.  So there I stand, with my entire weeks worth of groceries in the cart.  Can I really just walk out of the store and leave all that milk and meat in the cart right there in the bread aisle?  It\u2019s not as easy as it sounds.  I\u2019m only about 20 steps away from the registers.  I\u2019ve got one of those <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thenewbean.com\/\">Bean Trucks<\/a> full of my food.  There is no guarantee my food will still be in my cart when I come back in.  I\u2019m only 20 or so steps from the register\u2026  So I caved, I went through and paid my bill, had the bagger take the food to the SUV, and dragged my DS4, who screamed the whole way, out to the car along with DD2 and DS6mos.  <\/font><\/p>\n<p><font size=\"2\" face=\"Arial\">Now, as I sit in the relative quiet of my home (it\u2019s naptime, that\u2019s why it\u2019s quiet!), I can reflect on what went wrong this morning.  My day started off on the wrong foot when I woke up to find my weeks worth of recipes had somehow vanished from the computer. The hour and a half I spent inputting recipes into Big Oven yesterday was a waste because every last one of them is now *<strong>POOF<\/strong>* gone. So that started my day off bad, and if I am honest with myself, I will have to admit that my attitude soured when I couldn\u2019t get everything I had planned to do this morning done because of the gremlins who live in my computer and ate my recipes.  If I continue in my pursuit of honesty, I will be forced to realize that I was indeed less than patient with the kids the morning when they woke up, because of my own bad attitude.  So it is possible that my bad attitude rubbed off on my son\u2026  Throw in an entire morning of store after store, and I\u2019m sure therein lies the cause of his meltdown.  It\u2019s still no excuse for his behavior\u2026  But hopefully I will have learned my own lesson about how my attitudes affect my kids, both for the good, and for the bad. <\/font><\/p>\n<p><font size=\"2\" face=\"Arial\">Regardless, he won\u2019t be having donuts this week. <\/font><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Has anyone found the secret for dealing with this phenomenon? 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