Panic Buyer

What’s the difference when shopping pre babies and shopping post babies? Good question, pre babies I like doing it, I find it relaxing having some me time, smelling some scented candles that you won’t bother to buy, going from aisle to aisle, relaxed. Post babies (toddler and a baby),I panic buy, every single time! I just want to get the hell out of the shop before one of the children explodes.

I dread it when I am booked for an appointment, or run an errand may it be to the shops or post office, the dreadful part is? Getting and waiting in the queue. Queues makes my life goddamn miserable, every single time! It’s a tried and tested way to work out how short your fuse is. It is dreadful because at this point the children will reach their melting point, which both the child and excuses (solid and liquid, excuses are liquid because it depends if you can sway them with the fluidity of the excuse or otherwise) exist in equilibrium. The higher the purity of your excuse the smaller the range for a melting point, such as finding a buffer to equalise the already imminent meltdown. Gosh meltdowns are dreadful especially when it happens around strangers, all eyes on you smirking or taking pity on you, adding up to the already escalating stress levels. 

There are days when I take them to the shop and they decide to behave provided you buy what they put in the basket or trolley (for L that is). They choose things you don’t even want to buy then you forget what you were intending to get. Anyway, shopping is so much stressful around children,  the shouting (aaaaaarrrhhh), they lie down on the floor (when they want something and you won’t allow it), they cry  (for everything), then the endless why’s  (for god knows the question) that makes your head explode. I was always good in sticking with the budget and shopping list, but now I panic, and I panic buy, let’s say in my list it says 1x  organic carrots any first bag of carrots I see I buy x 2. That is so me panic buying,  so now I learned my lesson I go shopping every Friday evening or Saturday morning once a week, alone and leave daddy to deal with the children and to save me from breaking the bank.

On some days I deliberately take L and let him decide which veg  or fruits he wants to eat, hand him his pretend credit card (a garden centre club card), let him pretend pay for it and that gives him an idea how everything works and sure when he gets home he is so keen to eat what he’s chosen. It works every time. 

Shopping shouldn’t be stressful but a baby and a toddler is a very bad combination you can take one or the other not both, it’s going to be a catastrophe. As soon as you get distracted by the baby’s crying before you know it the basket is filled with crap! And you are just doomed, because whatever is in there, they know when you take it out.

I tried different strategies when taking them shopping but this one is the winner, I make sure baby is sleeping (soundly) and the toddler, I let him choose whichever treat he wants (only one!) and he is only allowed to open or eat it with the following conditions, if he is well behaved until we finish shopping and if he eats and finishes his main meals for the day, then he not only behaves for the whole shopping duration but for the rest of the day, hahaha! Talking about being smart ha!

Anyway, shopping alone without the children feels like a holiday, quiet, chill and I can take my time (a little bit).  But now and again I don’t mind having somebody, rolling on the floor, makes the experience a little bit interesting.

Write soon 😘😘😘😘😘


three months and counting

Its been almost four months since my little one was born and I am suprised how much he’s grown. I love him to bits and won’t ask for anything more, although motherhood has its own ups and downs, from almighty screams to peaceful nights, looking back few months ago I used to dread the sleepless nights and endless nappy changing, the things I used to hate are now part of the new chapter in my life, motherhood. I never thought I have this hidden strength in me, now I am getting more of everything, nappy changing (even more), more feed(s) (yes he eats like a monster),screams instead of soft cries, and yes lots and lots of babbling instead of just looking around, since he has been settling and getting into routine I quite realised how much I’ve missed my bed the once I had a relationship with. But getting used to being up and about has caused me to break up with my old routine and since I’ve been getting lots of sleep now I am hating the awful sleep hangover. My poor little body has been used to sleep deprivation. Motherhood welcomes you in a hard but lovely way.

I’ve been down at the high street with my little one this afternoon and at 3 months he certainly knows what he wants, yes my little rascal is vocal in such a way. I went inside the toy shop to check onto something which I might get for my friend’s son, upon seeing the toy that looks some sort of a mini laptop I was checking on he smiled and kept quiet for some time, then when we were about to leave I heard the almighty scream, at that point I wanted to melt to where I was standing. I asked him what’s the matter (as if he will respond), and cried even more. I showed him the mini laptop which actually is called a leaptop, he immediately smiled. And so I’ve realised he wants me to buy the £16 worth of leaptop (I can’t even get myself a £2.50 book from the Oxfam) and so mummy trying to avoid conflict and leaptop saved the day. Which in fact he showed his daddy that he’s keen to learn and yes he loves it and starts pressing button after button.

In my conclusion I can say sanity and motherhood are directly proportional.

Happy parenting to all