Perhaps this isnt the night I should be starting my "career" as a Mommy blogger. 3 days stuck in the house with a sick toddler has basically caused me to lose my mind. Im currently contemplating hiding in my ensuite bathroom with a bottle of vodka, prozac and ear plugs.
I shouldn't say I havn't left the house at all, after all sick toddlers need pedialyte and tylenol.
So off to the local Walmart we go. Here's a tip Walmart shoppers, when a large woman juggling a screaming toddler, a giant bottle of pedialyte, and a package of sippy cups is coming towards the cash out lanes stop staring and get the hell out of the way. Long lines finally did me in and I gave up, taking the keys to the car, abandoning my purchases and leaving. Here's a tip to the Walmart Greeter, when a large woman carrying a now hysterical, screaming, fighting toddler passes you on her way out of the store, she will not be having a good day and does not appreciate you telling her to do so.
(Before you read on, please note, I love my mother. I truly appreciate her advice and support 98% of the time.)
Now back in the car my daughter has been screaming non-stop since we left the store, and remember those long lines I mentioned? Yep, my mother was in one. Over 10 minutes in close quarters listening to screaming in a pitch that only toddlers can attain and I moved from the edge of a breakdown to clinging to the cliff with one hand. At this point my dear, sweet, loving mother says the words that make the rocky, pointy cliff bottom look like a fluffy hotel bed...
"I would have taken her out earlier, its all tantrum. It's a learned behaviour."
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I must have repressed the memories of the Nursery Rhymes and Make Mummy Insane playgroups that we've been going to. Or maybe its those bad ass kids at daycare whispering in her ear. Or maybe, just maybe, she is almost 2 and is sick.
So when I finally burst into tears and sniffling out "I cant deal with this!" I realized something important. I can either deal with my kid in a bad mood or my mother in a bad mood, but both at the same time causes this...
With all that said and done if I havn't already sent you running for the hills, welcome to my blog. Wish me luck, I might just need it!
