I did it!
I set myself one challenge today alongside generally keeping myself and my two children clean, fed and watered. To go to the supermarket and buy ingredients for a Sunday roast tomorrow.
And I did it!
I could end this post there, as I am so flipping happy with myself, but I won’t, because the first outing with my two little people to our local Lidl and Sainsburys was pretty eventful.
I was pretty sure, as I arrived back home, with the newly acquired shopping haul and still with the two children (thank goodness – leaving one in the meat aisle would have been a bad first trip), that it wasn’t at all stressful and I was feeling pretty good about myself. Then as I snapped at Lylah for the fifth time over lunch at my nans, I realised that actually it may have taken a little toll.
Today started well, and I managed to shower, de-fuzz, dress, and actually put on some make up, all whilst Lylah played and Malachy stared at me, waving his arms about from his vibrating chair (best baby thing EVER).
So I confidently left the house, two children strapped into their car seats, all the necessary transport adaptors on hand, and minimal baggage in tow. I was praying we would have no wee or poo incidents from Lylah on our outing, nor an explosive nappy from Malachy whilst strapped into the Lidl trolley.
I was maybe being a bit ambitious doing both Lidl and Sainsburys, but one was for food, and one was for the 25% off clothing sale, not to be missed when you have an ever growing toddler!
Lidl first. The initial thing that came to my attention is just how much I need the mother and baby parking spaces now more than ever. Having Lylah off a leash makes my stomach leap every time she walks further than an inch away from me, and I really need to be close to the trolley park if I’m carrying my handbag, the car seat and child, as well as guiding a toddler away from moving vehicles.
I couldn’t see a spare space to start with, then I spotted two older looking people getting out of their car in what I thought was the last spare space. I was about ready to wind the windows down and unleash my fury, until a child popped out of their car. She was a big child though, and they probably didn’t need to park there as I’m pretty confident she could’ve walked the extra few feet alongside two fully grown adults. Luckily for them, I spotted the empty space next to them, so proceeded to park up and chill out.
Once Malachy was strapped onto the trolley, which by the way are the biggest trolleys there due to the fact they need to accommodate babies in car seats atop them, we set out on our journey through the aisles of Lidl. Lylah was being good and staying by my side, but one downside to not having her strapped in somewhere is that she takes great pleasure in throwing whatever she fancies into the trolley! So I spent half the excursion taking things out of the trolley! My first main obstacle was that I kept banging into people, especially old, slow people on my travels. I was trying to keep it swift because there are no toilets in Lidl, and this can be disastrous with a not long potty trained 2 year old. But the constant manoeuvring and reversing meant that everything was taking a lot longer than intended.
We made it to the checkout with a full trolley, but as I was starting to pack things away, Lylah announced she needed a wee wee. The panic in my voice came out in a shriek like tone which said “you need to hold it sweetheart, just squeeeeeze really tight, squeeeeeeeze it, and we’ll go when we get to the car”. I momentarily panicked that I hadn’t packed the Potette, but thankfully I remember seeing it in the boot. There were always drains I suppose, would just have to hover her over one of those if not! As I packed the remaining items and frantically paid, I kept glancing down at the floor beneath Lylah, each time imagining a pool of wee, soaked little pink leggings and white shoes covered in yellowy liquid. There was time when I brought the actual potty into actual Lidl, in the actual trolley, in case of times like these. Have I become too confident in my child, who does tend to ‘p*ss like a racehorse’?!
Bless her heart, she held it all the way to the car, and without even the slightest of leaks, waited patiently until I had put the stupid flipping Pottete liner in the stupid flipping Potette (sorry, although it has saved me on many an occasion, anyone that has tried to use one will understand me), then sat astride it on the pavement and did her thing. Phew.
Once the car was packed up with shopping and kids, I turned to take the trolley and liner full of wee wee to the trolley park and bin. Only to be greeted by a lady (whom I’d not met before), who proceeded to tell me about her recent travels to Spain. I don’t mind talking to strangers in Lidl car park about their holidays, in fact, its something we don’t do enough as a society, and this lovely lady obviously felt like she could talk to me just from the look of my backside bent over the boot of my Golf, but when you have two children in the car, one probably due another wee at any second, and one a three week old newborn who constantly pukes out of his nose, its hard to not need to hurry things along a little. After a good five minutes, she went on her way, and I managed to get the trolley back, the wee bag dumped and get on our way to supermarket number 2 for some clothes shopping.
As we got out of the car in Sainsburys, I noticed the same lady strolling towards the main entrance, so I subtly hovered back in order to keep things swift before she started telling me about her next Mediterranean adventure.
This time, as there was no big shop to do, I opted to pop the car seat on top of the pushchair chassis, which meant I could at a least see where I was going, and Lylah again walked. I forgot though that Sainsburys is a little more interesting to a child’s eyes than Lidl, and once we were in the children’s clothing section, do you think I could prize her away from the Frozen hair clips and Sofia the First tiara selection? After a few “but I neeeeeeed it” moments from Madam Boyd, I persuaded her to leave with some half price hair clips and a sun hat in tow.
Then as we left the cosmetics aisle, Lylah insisted, at the top of her voice, that she push Malachy and not me. When I tried to assist her in the steering, she went into mini meltdown mode, and I had to assure her that I was simply “helping you push him the right way” whilst actually pushing and steering with one hand so she believed she was doing it. I should’ve gone straight to the nearby checkout right then and there, but my favourite raspberry cheesecake was calling me from the chilled bit by the bakery at the far end of the store, so we had Lylah ‘pushing’ Malachy for quite some time, just so I could get my cheesecake fix.
We were served by the lovely Sue, and Lylah was her usual friendly self whilst sat on top of the checkout, showing off her hat and baby brother. Its moments like this that make the stress of these things all worthwhile. You would never know from her cheeky little grin that just moments earlier she was emptying her bladder in Lidl car park.
We bundled into the car and I was hugely pleased that it was all over. Lots of money, a panicked wee wee, a nice conversation with a stranger and a lot of struggling with heavy things later, and we were done.
Next time I’ll do it when Lylah is at pre-school.