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.