I’ve written before about C’s baby anger management ’issues’. Well, today they came to a head.
Yep, at a tender 14 months old, the so called terrible twos have begun. And today I was that Mum in Clarks in the Trafford Centre with the screaming, thrashing, kicking baby, all because I decided to stop her from pulling all the shoes off the shelves.
It was actually the second meltdown of the day, the first caused by not allowing her to draw all over herself and the furniture with her big sister’s felt tip pens.
I know, mean Mummy, right?
This is a whole new world for me – G was always easily distracted by something like “ooh, is that a dog over there?”. Not so C. But I was at least heartened to find that most of the looks I received from other parents appeared to be ones of sympathy and not judgement. Or at least that’s what I took them to be, whilst C yanked on my hair and slapped me repeatedly in the face.
Thanks to some very patient staff and a few surprisingly smiley breaks in the whole episode we eventually got the shoes. Cute, aren’t they?
But, covered in snot (both of us), and still teary eyed (C, although I wasn’t far behind), we passed on the opportunity for a ‘my first shoes’ framed photograph.
Maybe next time.
If there ever is a next time…