I've decided parenting is a lot like gambling in Las Vegas. I've used this analogy for a few years and I've found it to be true over and over again.
Taking your kids out in public wherever it is, is like going to Vegas. You go and you either win big or lose big. Most of the time you lose though, the odds are definitely not in your favor. If the kids behave perfectly, everybody admires you, the cashier tells you how well-behaved your kids are and you smile and nod while thinking you have no idea what a rarity this is. That is a big win in my parenting
Or what usually happens is you go out, somebody loses it and fights ensue and then yelling and screaming and then we are hastily exiting the public eye, undoubtedly with a screaming/flailing toddler slung over our back while pushing a stroller or grocery cart with most likely another crying child. Big time lose.
Here's the thing, no matter what the outcome, I can't help but keep trying it, just like Las Vegas. Good thing I don't for real gamble because I already have enough parental gambling in my life and I know all about odds.
Here's some of the moments we've been having lately that make me forget all about the big losses. And yes our children are wearing completely mismatched snow clothes dug out of nana and papas snow clothes bin. I'm slowly realizing that the kids get bigger each year and that means I have to invest in new snow clothes every year. Parenting fail.