You are giving me flashbacks. My boys are now 12 and 9. When youngest was 1 or 2 he was a total handful. I needed to buy wheetabix because that was pretty much all he would eat. I hauled both kids out to supermarket mid morning, got a basket of groceries, queued with agitated 1 yo (you know the arm wrangling) and my 3-4yo was trying to entertain him.
I was in the wrong queue (for the pay as you go till, not the self scan)
I was almost crying with the baby being agitated by the time I got to the front and realised. The Tesco worker marched me to the back of the other queue, wouldn’t let me step across into the right queue even though other shoppers offered to let me in.
I burst into tears… both kids dismayed. Not my finest hour at all. Tesco Lady kept saying ‘it’s the rules’ in a patronising barking way.
I’m 8 years on from this time, with wonderful boys, a very busy happy family unit and buoyant mental health all round 🫣( But that experience at the supermarket on that day nearly broke me at the time).
Ignore the fuckers. It’s a reflection on them, not you. Everyone likes to judge but few people like to look inwards.
It’ll pass OP. It gets so much easier.