Back in July, there was an event that took place that I forgot to write about. Now that it's over and I can finally laugh about it, I thought I should post it for Gimme's sake, so that when she is a mom, she can use this as a reference. :)
My oldest sister and her family were visiting from Oklahoma and since that's so "back-woods" they wanted to head out to the glamorous Grand Teton Mall for a little shopping experience. (I am totally kidding about the back-woods...Love you Bean family!!!) Like a fool, I tag along with my three children and NO STROLLER. That only spells disaster.
Well, Gimmee was short on sleep (as were all of us), and when she's tired, she's NUTS. As I was holding Birdie, and trying to keep a hold of Mulligan, plus keep a slight eye on another nephew that didn't want to miss the fun, Gimme took off running---AWAY from me. I kindly asked her to stop, but of course she didn't. She just got furhter and further away from me. So, I gently handed Birdie and Mulligan off to my sisters and I took off after the escapee.
Already, she was a good 100 yards in front of me, but with my speed (:)) I caught up to her, picked her up and explained she was in trouble. She went bizerk. I'm sure that if you knew someone in the mall that day, you've already heard about the little girl that was head-butting, kicking, screaming, hitting, & spitting on, her mother. That was us.
Just so the story is clear, I was calm and told her several times that if she didn't stop, she was going to get a spank when we got out to the van.
She did not stop.
So a spank she got.
Well, this man (about 30-ish) watched the episode from about the exit doors to the van. He must have seen the smoke coming out my ears and the fire in my eyes because he kept his eye right on us. After I got Gimme buckled in the van, I got in the drivers seat and was getting ready to leave, and this man came to my window.
That's right. His nose was touching my window ('bout gave me a heart attack when I saw him) and he was sigaling me to roll my window down. I didn't at first, because I was unsure if he was armed or not, or if he was going to attack me, etc. Then I remembered he watched me fight my 5-year old and figured, he knew he didn't have a chance against me, so I rolled down my window.
"Um, uh, did you just hit your child?" He asked.
I replied, "Hit? No. Spank? Yes."
He said, "Well, uh, I was just watching you and it looked like you were hitting her." As he peered though the window looking back at Gimme.
Now I was really mad. Furious in fact.
"Not that it's any of your business, but you missed the whole battle leading up to the spank. I told her it was coming..." I said, feeling like I had to justify my actions (just in case he was from child services).
So then he said, "Well, I have kids too, and I know how it gets sometimes, I just wanted to make sure."
If he knew how it gets sometimes in this household, he would have just kept on walking.