I was that girl. I was the one that silently judged you at the grocery store for buying your whining child a candy bar (and while it's being mentioned, 'Damn you marketing checker-outer gurus!'), or questioned why your child was playing with a toy the entire time you were in the store, but you never intended to purchase it, or why you can't simply put the cart back in the cart corral?!
Well, fast forward about 15 years... I am now THAT Mom. I have 2 kids of my own that constantly like to one-up each other whenever other humans are in their vicinity (why is that?!).
So let me just have a brief conversation with my 20 year old, child-less, unmarried self. I am buying my child that candy bar because I honestly don't have an ounce of negotiating left in me. I would rather my child pack in the sugar so long as the mouth stays munching, and the arguing is on a <very> brief standstill. I would rather the sugar rush kick in while I'm driving so that I can turn the music louder. I would rather block out their yells and cries alone, in my car, than in the middle of the store where some 20 year old, childless girl is staring at me and judging.
And you want to know why my daughter had that My Little Pony the entire time we were in the store? Because her clepto brother stole from her the only toy I had in my sherpa bag. And he refuses to give it back, so she screams until that pony is in her hand. It's not harming anyone, the pony will forgive us, and again, I don't have a single ounce of negotiating left in me (and it's usually only about 9am, so there's that). And if you're so concerned with the pony being displaced, perhaps you could offer to kindly, kid-lessly, put it back for my broken self.
And lastly, that cart... 99.9% of the time I purposely park near a cart return so that I won't be given dirty looks when I prop the cart on the curb and take off, but occasionally no such close spots exist and I'm forced to park a fair distance from any rational cart parking lot. So if that happens, I have 3 options:
1. Leave the kids in the cart while I unload our purchases. This will result in me leaving my children outside of arms reach, sugar-infused kids sitting way too close to one another (optional dividers need to be installed in carts for those listening), black eyes, bleeding, emotional trauma and a pretty good chance of a cart toppling over.
2. Pack the kiddos into the car, unload our purchases and then leave the children in the car as I return the cart to it's proper place. This would be my choice, hands down, had it not been for one fine day when I was ridiculed for walking .1 miles away from my children to return the cart to it's rightful place. So, yeah, I'd rather chose to leave an unkept cart than be hauled off to jail.
3. Load up the kids, load up the buys, hoist the front wheels of the cart onto the nearest curb and be gone.
So, 20 year old free spirit, if you ever see a lonely cart in the lot, please dispose of the candy bar wrapper left behind, and return it to the 'too-far-away to avoid a DCFS call' corral, would ya?
The (Tired of Fighting) Non-Negotiating, (Seldom) Non-Cart Returning, (Often) Non-Purchasing, No Longer Judging, Mom