Now, before every mom starts bombarding me asking why I took the girls to the mall in the first place, we were supposed to meet my husband there, so it wasn’t supposed to be a 1 to 2 ratio, but a 1 to 1. Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself.
Etienne needs to have his pants made shorter but obviously this is an impossible task for a man to do by himself. Hence, the girls & I meeting him there. But, as usual, Etienne’s 10 minutes & my 10 minutes vary by about 20 minutes! So I get to the mall already frustrated that he is only now leaving the office. Ok, fine, let me go to Woolies first & buy the few groceries I need.
Keira, “I need to make a poo.”
Me, “Seriously?! You just had a poo, do you have to make another poo?”
Ok, into Woolies to get a trolley to put the girls in cause there’s no way I’m running after the two of them. Off to the loo on the other side of the mall. And, as expected, Keira didn’t have to poo after all *angry face*. There is some sort of novelty about using different toilets for my dear Keira.
Ok, back to Woolies to grab those groceries. Gabby refuses to climb into the trolley so now I’m pushing an empty trolley and running after the kids *angrier face*. Gabby runs flat bang into a display at Woolies & immediately there’s a bump the size of an egg on her head *fuming face*. If you had just listened to me in the first place, you wouldn’t have hit your head! Ok, eventually console Gabby enough to finish my shopping.
Finally Etienne arrives, off we go to Edgars to get his pants shortened. All of 5 minutes later we’ve finished the undoable task… Etienne goes to check out the Xbox games & considering both girls are relatively quiet in the trolley I decide to pop into Ackermans to look for a baby shower gift for myfriend. While I’m trying to find something suitable, the girls manage to tip the trolley over sideways and pull the entire rack with all the bottles & teats & dummies etc over on top of them.
Besides dying of embarrassment at what my children have managed to accomplish, I have to try to console 2 crying children, pick up the trolley & the groceries, and clean up the bottles etc lying everywhere. One word: MORTIFIED! Needless to say, all I want to do is join my kids in their crying & flee. Moral of the story: I will never take both my children to the mall at the same time ever again.
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I chuckle to myself every time i read this – i think this is the 3rd time i am reading it. I relate to this although i only have one small child!
So proud of you sis 🙂
Love,
Me
Hi Sonia,
Happy Birthday, may you have a very blessed day!
I have to agree, no matter how hard the journey, every step is still worth it 10 folds over.
Have a wonderful day,
Kirsty Marais
On the 22nd March 2012 I am turning 52.
Four years ago the Lord gave me two children (a brother and sister). Candrick turned eight on 10 January and Deandra will be 10 on 27 August. As I am their biological grandmother they refer to me as “Ouma” and sometimes “mother”.
Eish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! is all I can say as I have to take them with me to shop and to the art market which I work at over weekends. My daughter turns into a marathon athlete and her brother just follows for the sake of following.
The other day I shouted and cried at the same time that they will be driving me to coke and schoolboys and was the comment coming from Deandra (“Queen Latifha” as I sometimes refer to her: “Jy weet gaskoeldrank is nie goed vir jou nie Ouma”.
Taking EVERYTHING into account, all the heartache of getting foster care, court appearances and what not (and still continuing), I would not have wanted it any other way.
But sh*t take them to a shop, all hell breaks loose.
Kindest regards
SONIA BOTHA