You do everything for your kids then one of them gives you a scare!

This morning, out came the cycle and trailer yet again for a trip to our local mairie. At last my daughters first French carte d’identité had arrived. So now we can finally make that trip to the UK next week, which was actually due to happen this week. Thumpah went back to work this week hoping that we’d receive Emma’s card in the meantime.
The lady in the mairie was really nice, which makes a change because usually they can be pretty grumpy in there. Which is funny really, as Mr le Maire and the Maire Adjoints are really lovely people. Maybe she was just having a good day – or perhaps seeing my son and daughter made her all cooey.
After leaving with the card, I then cycled around the village telling Rémy that we were a bus. When we came to a “bus stop” (usually a lampost or a traffic sign) I’d stop, then ask Rémy to say “ding ding” when we had to go. Was a bit tiring stopping and starting, but Rémy loved it. Then we had the long climb up rue du chateau for home (the chateau being the route terminus, and home being the “bus depot”).
Lunch for me and Rémy was gammon steak and scrambled egg (with cherry tomatoes for Rémy). He wasn’t keen on the scrambled egg. As usual I tried to feed Emma before we two ate which turned out to be a minor disaster. I filled her plastic bowl with courgette mush, put it on top of the microwave. Opened the door. SPLAT! Bowl fell down the front of the microwave onto the top of the fridge. So that was binned.
Then got some new mush, hachis parmentier this time (or as we know it, shepherds pie). Put it in the microwave… fireworks, then a couple of seconds later more fireworks. Hmmm… we only bought that microwave a couple of months ago (I think). By this time Emma was going totally bonkers, not because she was hungry. But because she was tired (you get to tell these things). So before I ended up going bonkers I put her to bed. She then slept about 3 hours.
Rémy went to bed for his sieste at 1.30pm as usual.

Emma woke Rémy up with her crying. So decided on the spur of the moment to take them on a shopping trip in the bike trailer.

The nearest supermarket is in La Verville, a suburb of Mennecy (locally called Levitte – after the contractors that built the housing estate there back in the 70’s), in a small shopping centre. It is roughly 2 miles away. As we don’t have any shops here in the village… well apart from one bio shop, this is the nearest store. There is a Carrefour Market a bit further away in Ballancourt.
We needed a few small things to tide us over to the end of the week, a few desserts, petit suisses, cartons of orange juice, pain au chocolat, M&M’s (OK the last one was an impulse purchase). I got Rémy to push the little basket on wheels around in the store – just as well as I was carrying Emma around.
The lady at the checkout said “Oh she has grown… not with her mamy today?” – So I was thinking… Do I know you? So asked her that… then to my embarrassment it turned out to be the lady who serves in the depot de pain just outside Rémy’s school! Well, I don’t go in there very often.
She was very good about it and I joked that school broke up a long time ago… well, not *that* long ago… Oh and we went away for a week… makes a difference to the old grey matter…

Once outside, I started loading the shopping into the little “boot” in the trailer. In the middle of the shopping centre there is a slide and a few bouncy things for kids to sit on. So as I put Emma in the trailer I told Rémy to go on ahead to the little playground and I’d catch him up.

Got to the playground… no Rémy… felt scared… so I went all around the shopping centre (it isn’t that big) calling… REMMMMY! REEEEE MMMYYY!… and getting some funny looks from people. For about 4 minutes I was thinking allsorts, that all parents probably think when one of their kids go missing.

As I passed the maison de la presse, behind the playground, I heard a little voice say “Daddy”. There was my son outside the shop entrance, with a girls magazine in his hands. After giving him first, a lecture about not taking things from a shop that you’ve not paid for quickly followed by another about wandering off into shops without telling me… we went inside. The magazine was for his cousin Amélie (he is always very thoughtful), then somehow I got conned into buying that and also a Bakugan magazine for him! My last 12€ gone… 🙂

0 Replies to “You do everything for your kids then one of them gives you a scare!”

  1. It didn’t happen to me very often but sometimes, I just look at something on a shelf…and he’s gone.

    I always immediately feel in an awful panic. I usually find him within the next couple of minutes but that’s enough to make my legs shake.

    AND I HATE I REALLY REALLY HATE the way people look at me when I start calling his name, as if it had never happened to them. They always give me the “yet another irresponsible mother unable to keep an eye on her own son and what if a weirdo comes around and sees the kid huh ? huh ? Someone report her to the social services before it’s too late!! ” kind of look. A woman even made comments once that I should know that you can’t leave a kid by himself in a supermarket and that SHE (ie the epitome of the good mother) always held their hands when she went shopping with her kids (kids ? holding THEIR hands ? and how could she fill the trolley then ?).
    For a brief second I considered splitting her throat open with my nails and teeth here and now in the middle of the stationery departement, but it was her lucky day since I soon realized finding Edin came first.

    I found him emptying a huge box of wrapping paper, all busy choosing the one his next gift would be wrapped in: “that’s for a present for me ! ” he said with a big grin on his face. “EDIN HOW CAN YOU…*surprised look on Edin’s face*..HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO TELL YOU …*Edin looking at me with an innocent look in his eye but is about to start crying*….ah…that’s Ok…are you sure you don’t want the one with Buzz and Woody instead?”.

    Edin had already forgotten all about his angry mummy and his next gift : the rolls of paper had turned into laser swords and he was now busy fighting with an imaginery ghost.

    And after feeling scared, relieved, angry, touched, surprised and amused within the scope of a minute that’s the precise moment when , utterly exhausted, I say to myself “and imagine if you were Octomum…”

    1. *Exhausted* the right word. After not being able to find him for all of 3 or 4 minutes I was utterly drained, and I still had to cycle 2km home. The thing that got me was that he wasn’t at all bothered about it and tried to change the subject to the magazine he’d calmly taken out of the shop without paying for it.

      He got lectured by me and later by Isa about someone who could take him away if we can’t see where he is etc etc…

      As for holding the hand of a kid while shopping. Impossible and there’s usually both of us there in the supermarket when we do our big shop. To get it done quickly me and Isa make a list, then at the store split up and get everything on it. None of this wandering round together with me pushing the trolley and her umming and arring on what we should buy. Its a team effort. Which means it is often difficult to keep Rémy from running down the aisles. Although we do manage to keep him with us, sometimes he just wants to go and play with the other kids in the shop.

      Part of the problem is that he isn’t that shy. He’ll go up to a complete stranger and start talking to them. He did that with a bloke and some kids at the park on Sunday. We kept a close eye on him, but he seemed OK and they even started calling him by his name and they shared a few goes on the merry go round.

      Even so, I do like to know where he is. But he’s right charmer… he got what he wanted, his Bakugan pyramid…

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *