saved by the...cheese?

A few weeks ago, I blogged about my son's meltdown moment. Yesterday, I had my OWN mommy meltdown moment. 


I had just lugged three bags of laundry to the car...with my son running around and not listening to a word I was saying. 


"Please get in the car now." {nope}


I finally got him in the car and reached into his backpack, which I had temporarily used for my own personal belongings, to grab my cell phone. I pull it out and there's juice all over it. Grape juice. Not only did it get all over my phone, but it got all over my wallet and his pull-ups. 


Anger starts building up. 


I take them all out in an attempt to dry my phone AND the bottom of the backpack with the only napkins I could find in the car. After doing that I start to put everything back in the backpack when I notice MORE juice had somehow dripped onto my seat. 


Enter a flood of curse words.


I'm freaking out now. OMG, grape juice on my car seat! I quickly run back inside the house to grab a wet towel and furiously dabbed at the darn stain...hoping it'll go away. 


Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out. 


Before heading to the laundromat, I pick up my sister from her apartment. She gets into the car, hands me a snack size Tillamook cheese, and all of a sudden, I'm feeling much better about what had just happened. My unlucky turn of events was saved by these bad boys:

FYI: the seat and phone are in fabulous condition. oh, and so am I.

a meltdown moment.

Today started out like any other day. My son and I had breakfast, watched a little bit of TV {his Thomas the Train and my CSI} and got ready. Off we go to Target...


It was supposed to be a quick and easy shopping trip. For once, I had one thing on my list: envelopes. Simple, right? Well no, not really. Of course I had to browse in the other departments of the store, which is what I usually do anyway. On the way, I picked up a few more things not on my list- a bottle of Smart Water, a green squishy-looking toy, a pack of stickers to reward Dylan on potty-training, and a super cute short-sleeve button-up top for Dylan. Just my luck that the kids clothing department is right next to the toy department. Whose idea was that?? 


"Mommy, I wanna go toys!"
"No, Dylan."
"Mommy, toys, toys, toys!"
"You have plenty of toys at home. No."


Enter MAJOR MELTDOWN. It was completely unexpected and absolutely annoying. I'd never seen him react this way in public before. His face was wet with tears and snot and not to mention red from the fury that I, his dear mommy, told him no. He doesn't like the word "no", obviously...but this was at an all-time new. I'm usually good at handling these types of situations.


Soft voice.
Keep it cool.
Don't make a big deal. 
Ignore. 


It didn't work. He kept crying and crying and CRYING. People were beginning to stare.


I panicked.
Freaked out.
My stress level went up, up, UP.


So I took him out of the cart, calmed him down, hugged him, and rubbed his back. *Silence* I'm in the clear, right? Nope. After that, he refused to get back in the cart and started crying again. At this point, I'm frustrated and kept thinking in my head, "OMG, I can't believe this is happening." Finally, I got him back in the cart but he was STILL crying {hysterically}. I'm fed up by now so I have no choice but to grab my son and the only thing I came in to buy {the envelopes} and just abandon the cart right there. I found the shortest check-out line and quickly paid for my much-needed envelopes, left the store, and came home. 


Whew, what a day! How was yours?