One evening I was answering some of my emails. Without me seeing her, my four year old daughter grabbed my full cup of coffee from near my elbow where I was sitting. Next thing I knew...
My daughter was running about our apartment, giggling and babbling and I didn't understand what the heck was wrong with her until I saw my coffee cup laying sideways on the floor, empty. I asked her,
"Did you drink my coffee?"
And she giggled and ran about saying,
"Yes, Yea, ya ya ya la, la la , YES!" and screamed with delight.
(Oh S*it!) I quickly thought of what would help her get the coffee out of her system and get her to focus on something so she wasn't running about the apartment bothering my sis and brother in law with whom we lived.
Being the dumbass that I am, I thought, "Hey why don't we take a car trip and go to the store!"
That was one of the dumbest ideas I'd ever had. When we got inside the store with a grocery cart, my daughter insisted on pushing it to "help Mommy". I didn't think about the consequences of my giving in to her until she darted around an aisle with the cart, zig zagging side to side through the aisle, almost knocking things off the shelves, and missing other shoppers by fractions of inches!
She was giggling and talking gibberish that I don't think even she could understand.
Finally I corralled my daughter and the cart and gave up on getting any grocery shopping done. People were giving me looks that made me feel as though I were the worst mother on the planet and I felt that way.
My daughter started calming down during the short car ride home and by the time I pulled into the garage she was crashed out on the seat, snoring like some one's grandpa after he finished off the last bit of turkey on Thanksgiving.
by cyndi age 50
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