We had one of those moments after school where things not only didn’t conflict, but worked out remarkably well!
Hurrah! For it is but a rare occasion when two things meld so remarkably.
We had to kill a bit of time after school, and Grumpy Pants needed a few things down the street, near K-mart, where the kids had been hanging to go to again since we moved.
Note to self: Take children out more often and broaden their horizons and give them some sort of culture in their lives …
So we went down the street, to the shops near K-mart, and had time to kill so the kids were afforded the luxury of wandering through and being taunted and told “No, we’re not buying anything” and feeling like they had been born to the World’s Most Horrible Parents. It was win-win-win all round!
Grumpy Pants is never a fan of shopping outside of the exact thing he is looking for (which he’d just procured). Anything – looking, browsing, touching, researching – is not tolerated.
So we walk in the main entrance, we’re confronted with a vast array of all things Christmas and the older two children vanish into the blindingly well lit depths of the store.
Whilst they regularly do this; i.e. vanish with nothing more than a “We’rejustlookingattheTrashPacks/LEGO” yelled over their shoulder as they vanish, and I’m mostly confident that they will behave themselves, I am a mother and I cannot help but worry.
Will they really behave as I expect them to?
Will they get into trouble for being there without an adult?
Will I get into trouble for not being there, right beside them?
Will they be exactly where they said when I go to leave?
Will they be abducted/raped/sexually assaulted/chopped up into little pieces and shoved into someone’s back pack?
Will they leave when I say it’s time to go?
Yes, I worry. Just a little. Mostly, I trust them and, to date, they have not given me any reason not to. Still, I worry.
It’s what we do.
I, however, was not terribly surprised to come across this:
I wish … oh, how I wish I could tell you that this was the result of my children being left to their own devices for far too long. That they had had their fill of kids’ eye candy and come looking for us, but we were off being all sensible and perusing important and highly essential household items.
How I wish I could say they did the right thing by waiting for us by the entrance, and that we were being irresponsible and taking far too long, and they got a little bored, as tweenage boys often do.
Oh, I so want to be able to say that they were being mischievous and cheeky and funny.
How I wish I could say all those things.
But that would be a lie.
Sadly, it was the Grumpy Pants.
And I do wish I could state that this occurred after he had requested 903 times that we please leave, now!
No. This incident occurred within approximately seven – yes 7 -seconds of him entering K-mart and being confronted with the vast array of all things Christmas when we haven’t even got past Halloween and the Melbourne Cup yet.
I think he cracked.
But it’s not getting him out of going shopping again. He can try as much as he likes, but I’m onto him …