WARNING: Take me out of the house at your own risk. Take me to the supermarket? Well that’s just plain stupid!
Bubba should have woken from her morning sleep with this warning emanating from her being. Seriously.
She seemed happy enough when she woke up. She had some greek yoghurt with a lovely ripe mango stirred through it. She drank some water. She giggled at the dogs.
She grumbled a little when we got in the car. So did I. It’s hot today. The car is air conditioned, but it is still not the most comfortable place to be in the heat.
Happy enough again in the baby carrier attached to the front of me when we go to the mall and walked around a few other shops.
BUT HOW DARE YOU PUT ME IN THE CHAIR IN THE CART AT THE MARKET? ARE YOU INSANE WOMAN?
Apparently.
I became that mother. You know the one. The one that people give dagger stares to because her child is being anything but placid. The one that can almost hear other shoppers saying under their breath: “Can’t that mother control her baby? Why on earth did that woman bring that child out today? Can’t she control that baby?“.
Because I HAD to. Because things were FINE earlier. There were no signs that there was going to be an escalation to DEFCON 2 in the supermarket.
I did what every mother in that situation does. Tried to busy her mouth with other things.
The num num just wasn’t cutting it. I filled up her sippy cup with water. That went on the floor. I played the game of “I throw, you fetch” with the sippy cup through the fruit and veg section. We got 2 potatoes and some spinach. I’ve no idea what else was on the list. Oh yeah – broccoli. Not tonight apparently.
We got milk. By some miracle, I did manage to pick up the organic full cream milk for her. Must have been my guardian angel who actually handed me the carton. Washing powder. And something in the baby aisle. Can’t remember what because of the screaching going on in my cart.
The baby aisle … there will be something there to distract her. Organic rice cakes. Good idea. Except that apparently I didn’t undo the bag quick enough. What am I like? Another rice cake to quickly follow that one buys me enough time at the self check-out.
Okay, we’re done at the market. Phew.
Given the amount of ear rubbing and gum rubbing going on, I’m guessing we have more teeth about to arrive. Let’s hope they hurry.
In the car on the way home a light goes on in my brain: food to cook up for the dogs. D’Oh. Seems like they will be having organic kibble again tonight.
I think I have some Italian tuna I can mix through it.
bumpyroadtobubba 
Oh, the challenges of motherhood. I hope Bubba is doing better soon.
Teethy is hard on everyone! I used to give my daughter frozen mini-bagels to gnaw on. They would just dissolve in her mouth, but the cold seemed to ease the discomfort of her gums.
Good luck to both of you through these teething times.
Poor Bubba and poor Mumma 😦 Tall person recently returned home from his visit to London so we are catching up with blogging. We have missed you both!
Oh dear! No! Another new experience! Hopefully she will awake with her new teeth having burst through her gums. Lots of love and hugs xxx
Most women are mothers and they all understand that scenario – they have all been through the horror! Great imagery – I was there with you! Hope she (and you) feel better soon. x 🙂
Some days are just like that with kids. If people stare, smile back and walk on. I bet you their children were even worse. Dogs love left overs so don’t worry about them. Hang in there – teeth will come in, fall out, come in, and at my age, fall out once again. – DogDaz
Oh it is excruciating isn’t it. My little one isn’t at that stage anymore, but I do know I’ll probo have my hands full tomorrow at singing group, when she will want to go careering round like a whirling dervish, whilst all the other kids are sat nicely singing along. Deep breaths.
I feel your pain…having been there! Interestingly enough, most people have also been there and really understand. And I bet the pups were totally happy with whatever you gave them!