I've become one of those moms.
You know the ones. You overhear them in the supermarket, at the zoo, in the halls of the preschool or even the checkout line at Target. Yep, those moms.
They have a smallish (shall we just say around 5ish in age) child by their side, one who has been drug too many miles and made too many promises of rainbows and ponies and best day evers. One who is at the end of her age 5ish rope. One who would have been much better off if her mommy had just recognized that it was just not that important to try and squeeze that many errands into a 3 hour time span. One whose mother should have just made the decision to go home, pop some popcorn, and swing on the tire swing with her daughter instead of dragging her across the countryside.
It's a very slippery and precarious slope, that one.
So yes, you see those mommies dragging children around who are overtired, overstimulated and simply, o-v-e-r. And I'd be lying if I sat here and told you that I have never, ever witnessed a bribe handed over in a checkout line and not thought to myself, "Oh come on! Your child can see right through that!"
Yes, I'd be lying through my teeth.
And tonight, I became that mom.
The one who wields useless bribes to and fro like they are dots on the top of letter i's. Sprinkles on cupcakes. Freckles on cheeks. Stars in the sky...
I said, actually said OUTLOUD, "If you don't quiet down, you're never going to have another sleepover in your life." And then, for extra, super, extra drama (that's 2 "extras" - you know it had to have been good), I added, "EVER."
Oh yes, I did.
I'll take my twenty lashings now please.
And I will never judge again.