Errands....

I have an 18th month old baby. That should be enough to tell you that running errands is seriously crazy! I mean really there are some things that I can't even explain. It all starts with the car seat. The DREADED car seat. As we are walking to the car I am actually thinking of the different things I can bribe her with to get her to sit in her seat. My child has NEVER liked the car or the car seat. So we get into the car I put her sitting in her seat and she immediately places the death grip on the sides of the seat and flips over. CRAP! So, I have to be the evil one to pry her little fingers off the sides and try, as she is fighting to get both arms through the straps. Then the screaming begins and its not just little whines it is full on SCREAMS!! So, finally with a little force I get her buckled and then when I tried to calm her down with a drink she threw the sippy cup at me! Of course it hit me right in the forehead. I get out close the door and stand there for a few seconds before driving all the way to the grocery store listening to her screaming. When we get to the grocery store I am thanking god for the cart with the little car on the front... it was a lifesaver. She still starting crying at the end of the trip because she was bored of it but for a little while I could actually shop. Which is rare. After groceries back to the car... where we do the screaming, crying, tantrum dance again. Next stop, the pet shop. She was doing great until...  I took her out of the cart to see a hamster running around and she was entertained for a while and then she would NOT get back in the cart. So I have to carry her with one arm and push the 50 lbs of dog food with the other arm, all the way to the counter. Then, back to the car and the dance of the car seat. And crying all the way back home. Once we are finally home I have to bring the groceries in and she is happy to help. So, I give her the bag of marshmallows and she starts to bring it inside, as I grab 15 more bags and walk inside she is running outside the other way with the bag!!!!! So I drop everything on the floor in the house and run after her, which in turn, she runs faster.. I finally  caught her and then she is screaming at the top of her lungs for the whole neighborhood to hear! I brought her in and set her down in front of sesame street. I am exhausted. Is this just my kid or does everyone go through this daily?