I mentioned in my last weekly re-cap that I’ve been having some rough times with the toddler. And, wow, yeah, I have. It sucks.
I don’t know if it’s an early onset of the Terrible Twos, or if he’s cranky because he’s not feeling well, or if I’m just overreacting, but I feel like it’s so hard to control him in public lately. And I don’t know how to handle the situation when he does act up — if we leave, he wins! Arggggh!
Let me back up a little. He’s great at playgroup — where he can run like mad for the whole 90 minutes — and he’s good at other people’s houses — providing he can run around and explore. But taking him to a place where he really needs to behave — like a restaurant or the library or a store — and it can be baaaaaad.
All he wants to do, really, is run around. Lightning-fast, on his little sneakered or booted feet. When he stops running, he wants to touch things. And when he’s not allowed to do one of those two things, he squawks. Lately he’s been hating bibs, so he protests (loudly) when you try to put one on him. If he doesn’t want to be in the shopping cart, he kicks his feet and fusses.
And I’m e-m-b-a-r-r-a-s-s-e-d.
I don’t know how much is beyond his abilities, and how much I can realistically expect from him. He turned 19 months one week ago (on January 6), and I’m not sure what kind of behaviour he “should” be exhibiting in public. We only ever see other kids at playgroup, really — when they’re all turned loose — and when we do see other kids out (like at the mall or in a restaurant), I see lots of meltdowns.
When it’s MY child that is being fussy, I’m really embarrassed. I don’t want people to think he’s out of control, or that I’m a bad parent.
But when it’s someone else’s child, I don’t mind. I don’t even think those things! I just feel sympathetic. So why do I assume people are thinking that about me? I have no idea. I just … do. I want to have a child who people consider well-behaved (in public, at least).
When he kicks his feet in the shopping cart so hard that his boots come off, and I’m squatting down to pick them up off the floor of the department store — all big and pregnant-like — and he’s crying because he wants out of the cart, and I still have a list of things to pick up, and people are turning to stare, it’s kind of awful and I just DO NOT want to be there.
Over the last few weeks, I feel like it’s been worse. I have said to Darling Husband on more than one occassion that I feel like it’s too hard to take him anywhere by myself.
I’m getting pregnant-er by the day, and it’s HARD to pick him up mid-tantrum because he wants to try on a pair of mens’ sneakers in the shoe department. It’s HARD to hustle through a store carrying a 26-pound toddler, just so that he doesn’t cry in ther cart. It’s HARD to chase him through the library — with “No Running” signs everywhere — and keep him off the computers.
It’s tiring to take him places lately. And often embarrassing. And I don’t know if it’s him or me who is to blame.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)