You know the one. The one that everyone is looking at, thinking “poor thing.” That was me as I carried my daughter like she was a bundle of kindling out of the YMCA this morning. She didn’t want me to pick her up and she didn’t want to hold my hand as went through the parking lot in the rain. You know, because I wanted her to be safe.
I got a few looks of sympathy as we walked out into the rain relying on the politeness of strangers to hold the door open for us. I just smiled, gritted my teeth and kept moving, all the while she’s wriggling and screaming her little head off.
So in a bit of tough love, moment of desperation, I re-adjust her and tell her to stop moving and tell my 3 1/2 year old to stay as close to me as possible (since I couldn’t hold his hand AND carry his sister).
No dice.
She screamed and wriggled the entire walk to the car. Once we got there, I sort of chucked her into her seat (still rear facing) and she promptly stands up and grins at me.
This child is going to be the death of me people.
I can totally relate… I’m always “that mom!” But I’d rather have a screaming child fighting against me than one that runs out into the street. Joe always reminds me of the alternatives so don’t feel too bad. This too shall pass.
Oh lord, I’ve been there. This is why Lucy is for sure my last kid (you know, nevermind the whole divorce thing). I will never, ever survive another toddler.
Oh my. I know the feeling. Violet can be a terror and the worst part is not even the parking lot fiasco. Getting her buckled is a nightmare! I’ve been there and I totally feel for you!
Oh man. Been here. It sucks. Toddlers are a ridiculous amount of stress some days!!
So sorry!!