You're walking down the grocery aisle and you see a mom wrestling with her screaming child. In a former life I may have given this mom the look. You know the look—the look that you've either given, the look you've received, or the look you've seen other people give and receive. The look is the worst. Especially when you're already flustered, embarrassed, frustrated, and defeated.
People. I think we've reached the terrible twos. In a word…awesome.
I think the best was when we were in our two story Barnes and Noble and Elle started screaming (I mean screaming bloody murder) because she wasn't allowed to play on the escalator. Luckily Scott was with me so he could carry her out into the mall while I smile and nodded at all the folks giving me that look.
On the other, less sarcastic side of awesome: the "hooray" I get during the third verse of "If you're Happy and You Know It" makes up for all the screaming and crying in the grocery store. And yes, if you hear a mom singing in the next aisle over to her babe, run around the corner to see because chances are it's me.
I take those good moments and store them up for the ones where I need to take an extra deep breath.
Any temper tantrum stories you'd like to share? Make me feel a little better??