This morning I was graced with an almost-four-year-old-mother-of-all-tantrums tantrum. In public. Gotta love those moments in motherhood. The best part was all of the parents that we passed on our way back to the car who seriously STARED at us on our way out (me pushing my screaming-bloody-murder three-year-old in the stroller). Serious staring people. I wanted to yell at them and point out the obvious -- "Stop staring! You know that your kid has done or will do the same in public at some point! Do you want people to make you feel any more embarrassed than you already are?" Man, that probably made me more frustrated than the actual tantrum. I guess I feel that as parents we all got the same invisible "parent badge" when we entered into this journey, kind of like a membership into this society where we should offer support to each other, including NOT STARING WITH HORRIFIED LOOKS ON OUR FACES WHEN WE SEE OTHERS OUT IN PUBLIC WITH THEIR OWN SCREAMING TANTRUM-THROWING CHILDREN. But obviously, some people didn't get the memo on that one. If I had money to burn, I might consider launching a public service announcement campaign with simple parenting do's and don'ts. Oh yes, I totally would, after I bought my own private island in the Caribbean first, of course.
Anyway, we survived. Then we arrived home to find out yet another check had bounced, this time to the vet. We recently found out that someone got ahold of my check card information (not my actual card) and went on a wild shopping spree at our expense. That's when you say "Thank the Lord" for fraud protection at the bank. We thought most of the issues had been resolved, so it's frustrating to find out that there was another check out there that should have gone through, but because we forgot it was out there before this fiasco it bounced. There goes another $35 returned check fee. Again, I do say all of this a little bit tongue in cheek, as I really am quite grateful that we are only out the fees and not the entire large sum of money that the crooks spent.
Here's hoping that our Monday is not shaping up to be one of those "Alexander days", as I like to call them. You know, those Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day type days. I think I'll go eat some extra chocolate just in case.
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This is hilarious. Just found your blog and am loving it. I am part of the red letter campaign too, over on my adoption blog.
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Emily
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Chocolate. Yes, I think that will definitely fix it.
Ya know, those people who stare, or bother to butt in and tell you what you should be doing with your kids at "that moment" yup, I feel like kicking them in the kneecap. Why is it that people forget how 1, 2, 3 or 4 year olds are as soon as they don't have a 1, 2, 3 or 4 year old. Seriously, I want to do bodily harm to those people.
I have seen a moms having a hard time with tantrums in stores and if we are close enough I always try to offer a smile and a "Hey - we've all been there and if someone says their kids never did that exact same thing, well then, you're looking at a liar"
I am with you - how about some support people, mom to mom? If we can't understand what we are all going thru, who will?
I once got SO mad when we were getting 'looks' while one of the girls was ready to combust. Jay could tell I was about to say something to them ... when instead he said, "perhaps they're staring because they thought their kids were the only ones who could do that".
Sorry today was one of those days - we all have by the way - enjoy the chocolate - it DOES make things better! :)
I haven't had to deal with a public tantrum in years. Our 4 year old is now 10 and although he has his moments its nothing like it was. I'll never forget those looks.
Sorry about the bank deal. That really burns me just reading about it.
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