A Bad Date. A Very Bad Date!

Over the weekend I decided to stop by Books A Million while I was out running errands with my son and husband. It was a lofty idea, but I was determined to be brave and go in the bookstore. I really wanted to pick up a bridal magazine to check out the latest trends in wedding favors and get a few inspirations for my business blog. Normally going in a bookstore doesn't take a lot of guts, but remember I have a 3 year old (he's normally a very good child) and Books A Million has a train set for children to play with while their parents shop. If you have a small child I don't need to say any more. If you don't then let me explain. The train is wonderful because it entertains your child while you read a magazine, book, whatever. The train is a nightmare when it comes time to leave!

Like I said, I truly had reservations about going into Books A Million, but I somehow put aside my anxitey. However, while I was there briefly scanning the magazines my thoughts drifted back to a few weeks ago. I lost my mind that week and told my son that I wanted to take him on a special date. No daddys allowed. I thought it would be fun if I took him for a treat and then to Books A Million. My son could have fun playing with the train while I treated myself to a latte and checked out the latest bridal magazines. I talked to my son about our "special date" the whole week. Just Mommy and Colin. We were both looking forward to it. All was going well on our date UNTIL it was time to leave. My sweet little angel went crazy. First he cried, then he ran. I mean RAN! Down the aisles he went with me trying to chase after him with 2 thick magazines in one hand and a hot latte in another with me dragging my purse behind me. At one point I couldn't even find the sweetheart. I finally caught up with my Husband's son back near the wonderful train set. He stood smiling, half laughing at me. I stood glaring at him. I grabbed him and walked back to the magazine section. I knew it was getting ready to all fall apart and there was no way I was going to be able to hold him, my latte, and try to purchase my magazine all at the same time.

We made it to the magazine section which just happens to be (much to everyone in Books A Million dismay) all the way in the back of the store. About the time I put the magazine back on the shelf, my little angel disappears and some unknown creature takes his place. He breaks into a tantrum like I have never seen before and lucky me, I'm his mother. I litterally had to drag him kicking and screaming at the top of his lungs through the entire store and then had to force him into his carseat once we got to the car. Needless to say it was a very bad scene for him when we got home.

So here I am this past weekend wanting to buy a magazine. I knew I wouldn't have a chance to buy it at another time so I decided to be brave and go for it (my bravery was in part because I had my husband with me as back up). I picked up my magazine, met up with my family at the train set, and told my husband I was going to check out before things got ugly. He didn't seem to believe me. I casually strolled up to the cashier, did my business, and then strolled back towards the train section again. Halfway there I heard crying. I reconigzed that cry. I make it back to the train where my husband stood consoling my son. I smiled thinking back to the day of our "special date". Boy was I glad I had alreay purchased my magazine! And lucky me, it lead me to a new supplier for my business.