For the past four days Miss Roo has had an attitude.
The kind of attitude that reminds me of myself when I was 13 and knew everything.
Every time I take her somewhere, she refuses to sit still. I place her in the shopping cart and within three minutes, she's squirming and fussing and yanking on the safety strap. After she starts screaming, I give up and take her out to hold her on my hip. After struggling to get out of my arms for another five, I put her down and she runs away as fast as her chubby little legs can carry her.
So instead of getting all the things on my list or browsing the aisles, I'm chasing a wobbly toddler who delights in ripping everything she shouldn't be playing with off the shelves. The cart, my list and my sanity are totally forgotten as I run around Target picking up the mess my destructive little doodlebug has created.
All of these trips end with me toting her outside while she SCREAMS her head off. Even though I can't decipher her screams, I'm pretty sure that she's telling everyone in hearing-range that I am the devil.
Now, I'm not sure how to deal with this. I don't want to avoid stores b/c I'm afraid when I do take her to a store, she'll act like a brat. I do want her to behave like she did four days prior. Four days prior I could place her in a shopping cart, whirl through the store and get out to the truck before she could protest.
Now, not so much.
Now I'm frustrated and get anxious just thinking about going to the grocery store. I hate feeling this way. I don't want my stomach to knot up just thinking about going shopping or even to the bookstore.
I want my angel back!!!
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