Today was a ruff day. Hubby is leaving for 10 days at the end of this week. He is going to visit family and loved ones out of the country. So, today we went shopping. Some clothes shopping at Beals and Belk, and then we headed over to Sam’s Club, to get some items from there, so that I hopefully wont have to make to many trips to the store while he is gone. It’s just to hard to shop with these two little ones.
So, in Beals, Mini Bug has a major melt down at the check line line. Why? We don’t know..she just did. She cried, she screamed, she threw a living loving fit. I had to literally drag her out of the store.
Then we went to Sams Club. God Help me, the same thing happened again, only this time it was over a “monster” She wanted this animated monster candy dish. I refused. She screamed, she kicked me, she screamed louder, cried and kicked me again. I ignored her, I ignored the people looking at me , some with a knowing smile, others with annoyance in their eyes. Got our shopping down, head pounding, her still screaming like she is being killed, and dragged her out of the store.
By this time my blood pressure is through the roof, I am red faced and sweating, and really wanting to lick her lips and stick her to a wall some place and just walk away. But I handled it the best I could. I told her no, I meant no and stuck to it. I ignored her while she had her melt downs and kept right on shopping. Was I humiliated..you bet your sweet ass I was.
It was getting late, because we went out later in the day to try to avoid the hot humid weather. I melt. So we decided to go out to eat before we headed home. Mini Bug was in total agreement and promised to be good. My oh my she is becoming quiet the little fibber. Not only was she not good….I swear right in front of my eyes, she turned into an evil monster from hell. She wouldn’t sit down in her seat, she kept climbing under the table , and of course the crying and whining. She didn’t eat a thing even though she told us she wanted chicken.
So we get ready to leave, husband pays the bill and gets the baby and heads out of the restaurant while I gather up mini bugs toys, my purse, her boxed meal, and say, come on honey, its time to go home. Lord Help Me Jesus, the girl went insane in the membrane. She screamed on top of her lungs, noooo, I want to stay, then threw her drink across the floor, then threw herself down on the floor. Screaming on top of her lungs the whole time. I gathered up her stuff that she threw on the floor and was putting it in a bag, when I heard a woman say to another woman, “she isn’t going to just let her sit there is she” It took everything I had to not comment back…” YOU WANNA TRY TO HANDLE THIS YOURSELF???” But I didn’t, I ignored it. I got all of Mini Bugs things collected, then with all the strength I could muster up, picked that 50 pound girl up off the floor with one swoop. She was kicking and fighting me the whole way out of the restaurant. I just kept looking straight ahead and ignored everyone. Got her in the car, and hold her to not make a sound, not one sound or she would live to regret it. She still kept on crying, so we turned the music up, and drove home. When we got home, I immediately put her to bed. Closed her door and walked away.
I need to get in better shape. Fast. I need to exercise more, and I need to lose some weight. Maybe some fat burners could help too. All I know is if I am going to have to be fighting a 50 pound child, I better get shape for it, because right now, every single inch of my body is hurting…a lot! Sigh…I know some of you don’t want to hear this, but I have to say, this. I raised 3 sons. They are grown men now. I could take them any place, and never have a problem with them. Wanna know why? Because they learned at a very early age, that if they tried something like this, their butts where gonna be hurting. I would have paddled their bottoms right on the spot, and I promise you , back then, the other parents would have cheered me on.
Now, I don’t agree with “beating” children…I think it should be used as a last resort. But I do think there are times, when a swift swat on the behind, can settle problems very fast. Unfortunately, swatting of the butts is looked down on now, and parents like me, have to put up with a 3 yr old running the roost. Yeah, well, call me old fashioned, but I do see something wrong with that picture. I pray that mighty bug has a sweeter temperament.
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