{ her pick }

this is what karsyn is picking these days.

here's how it went down. 

as of today, i have officially become "that" mother. you know the one i'm talking about ... the one whose baby, despite the cool temperatures, is wearing no socks or jacket and is throwing a huge hissy fit in the store. the mother whose hair is haphazardly tossed about on her head, has drool stains on her t-shirt and gives her huge-hissy-fit-throwin' child ANYTHING to silence the deafening roar (cell phone? yup. sun glasses? yup. $10 spatula that she later "neglects" to purchase? yup.)

the one who ilicits both looks of disgust and empathy while she carries her 25-pounder in the crook of her left arm, while navigating the shopping cart with her right, all the while praying that her arm doesn't give out, that she doesn't ram into yet another rack of clothes and that the shopping cart that said 25-pounder REFUSES to sit in doesn't knock anything over, or she doesn't actually toss the diaper bag that she's holding over the edge because it would scatter its contents to every far corner of the store (half-full sippy cup ... chewed-up sun glasses covered in teeth marks and baby spit ... unzipped, overflowing (not with money) wallet ... keys and an assortment of other products).

yup. i am "that" mother. it didn't really sink in until i pulled into the 20-items-or-less lane and out of sheer exhaustion, plopped my no-socks, no-jacket wearing toddler onto the conveyor belt in an effort to a.) get some feeling back in my arm, b.) empty my cart, c.) put her socks and jacket BACK on for the third time since entering the store and d.) provide some mild amusement for the throng of my fellow shoppers.

this is where all the picking began.  i was flustered.  ready to get out of there.  she sweetly looked up at me with her big blue eyes and so lovingly ... picked her nose!  what?  NOOOOOOO!  she's not supposed to start that already is she?  nastiness.

life with a toddler.  boy am i tired.