Monday, January 24, 2005
Motherfucking Meltdown
I had the worst experience of my life yesterday.My daughter, yes..MY daughter not the evil step children. MY DAUGHTER...is officially a 18 month old DEVIL CHILD. I will need you all to tell me that she is normal so I will come out of this deep depression that I am currently in.
Long story short..my dad came up yesterday to visit and we took him out to dinner at a nice local Italian place. You know where I am going with this yet? So it is me, hubby, daughter, step daughter, step son, dad, dad's friend, mother-in-law & father-in-law. I sit my child in the high chair like I always do. She sits quietly for about 15 minutes..well not quietly because I am throwing goldfish and teddy grahams at her every 5 seconds trying to keep her occupied. Oh hell no, not good enough this time. She has had enough motherfuckers and she is fixing to show the whole restaurant just how ugly she can act. My step son starts by trying to take her out of her chair..well I had her buckled in of course so he is pulling her and pulling her and as I am trying to explain to him that I don't want her out of her chair because then she will want to get down he continues to pull at her to get her out. Instead of knocking his fucking teeth out and since she is starting to get really pissed at this point because he hasn't gotten her out of the fucking chair I decide to let him. She immediately starts screaming and acting like the child that I said I would never have. Yes, I know I am over reacting but I am totally torn down about this.
She continues to scream unless someone is holding her standing up and walking her around the restaurant. So, my poor in laws end up taking turns walking her around the restaurant the whole 2 hours we were there so she would SHUT up and I sat at the table crying because I was so embarrassed of how my child was acting and the fact that we had invited my in laws to come to dinner but yet they didn't even get a chance to eat their dinner because of my horrible kid. I could just feel everyone staring at my ass and thinking to themselves what a terrible awful crappy mother that I must be for allowing my kid to act that way. That wasn't such a short story after all huh?
I am so not taking her anywhere for the rest of her toddler life. I cannot seem to snap out of my utter and total embarrassment here. She is going to be a hell child. I now know without a doubt that I NEVER want another child. NEVER, EVER, FUCKING EVER NEVER!
I hope this blog still works when her ass is grown so I can show her all the hell she put me through. She is only 1 and 1/2...I thought it started at 2 or some shit..NOT 1 and 1/2!!!!!!!
3 Comments:
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Random and Odd commented at 11:15 AM~
Dare I say it?
"I've been there."
Kara, 18 months old in a Pizza Place. FREAKED THE FUCK OUT. I took her in the bathroom and explained to her that I was about to fucking snap and she better start being good. Yeah, that didn't work. THE WHOLE dinner dealing with this.
You didn't ask for it, but you're getting it because you are my new online best friend, and that is what we do...give advice.
You're going to remember that dinner for the rest of you life. There is nothing you can do. No more stressing on it. I had TWO kids after that and I was blessed because they never did the things that Kara did. TRUST ME, I didn't want to ever have another kid after that dinner either.
You have given me blog fodder for today. I'll write about the time I tried to drown Kara. ;)
Welcome to being a REAL mommy now. *evil grin*
Kristine-
Pissy Britches commented at 12:03 PM~
Girl, I don't know if I am loving this mommy thing. Toddlers are HARD. Much harder than babies. Where did my sweet little girl go. Now, my whole family thinks she is a devil. Thanks for your post. It helps to know I am not the only person this has happened to!
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Random and Odd commented at 12:15 PM~
I posted my story of Kara and the soap in her mouth story on my web page. It's dedicated to you and your meltdown. You got props at the end. Go check it out. I'm pretty certain it couldn't get any worse than that story, unless of course my daughter had a gun.
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