…has taught me how to roll with the punches.
Now that Malia is a little older and bigger, we’re venturing out more and more. Shopping, walks, eating out….the good old stuff that gets us out of the house, away from the routine. But excursions out of the house aren’t what they used to be. Leisurely? Not really. LOL
Unfortunately, most of the time she’s strapped into her car seat. And she hates her car seat. With a passion. Hates it.
We were shopping at the mall and had her car seat strapped into the snap and go. Sometimes she simply has to feel the movement to know that yes, she does have to be strapped in. It’s legally required sweet pea. But it’s when we stop where she freaks out. It’s like she knows. “Hey, we’re not moving! Unstrap me!”.
So as I was shopping….for her!…I stopped at the register with all her stuff. BAM! She was screaming her head off. And the girl at the register got flustered. Then the credit card machine froze. The girl couldn’t find the right size bag. I couldn’t get my purse open with one hand in my purse, the other trying to put the pacifier in her mouth.
I was literally sweating down my back.
But what can you do? I paid for my purchase, turned the stroller around and went on my way. (bumping into racks in my efforts to spare the store from her crying…..) Once I got out of the store, I was speed walking down the mall. I had to get her moving.
And blessed silence. She was asleep!
So instead of being at the mall to shop, I used it as a way to get a workout in. Might as well start those stroller workouts now.