Please bear in mind that I'm 33 weeks pregnant & hormonal with DC5 if IABU, be gentle with me. Also a bit long, sorry.
I was at my local hospital this morning with my DD1 (15) and my mum & her friend. had 2 appts for DD this morning, 1 for physio, then 1 with orthapeadic consultant to decide if he wanted to break both her legs and reset them as she has twisted limbs. Followed by an appt for DM who thankfully has been given the all clear for cancer, but has multiple auto immune problems.
In between the appts we went to the coffee shop, where i treated myself to a chocolate coated flapjack and settled down to share it with DD2 (21m sitting in her pushchair after having greast fun gluing things in the hospital playroom.)
DD2 decides she wants to crumble it in her hands and rub chocolate all over herself, so i say no, that's dirty, you can have some if you eat it, but don't make a mess. She definitely understands me, but this is a particular battle of hers at the moment.
She starts to whinge and moan, but I offer her a small piece to pop into her mouth, she makes a grab for it, and again i say no, you can eat it but don't be dirty. Cue much wailing and howling from DD2 who is not getting her own way. so we ignore her, but every minute or so offer her a piece, but on my terms.
There is an older woman, very well dressed a few tables away who is glaring at me, then she says very loudly, why are they stuffing their faces and ignoring that child? FGS they should talk to it!
Maybe i shouldn't have, but I walk over and calmly say, I'm ignoring my child having a temper tantrum because i won't let her rub chocolate all over herself. I have offered her some on numerous occasions but all she wants is to play with it, so she's not having it.
She then goes on to tell me that she has worked with children over many years, and a child having a tantrum needs attention and i was a terrible mum for neglecting her.
At which point i flipped and told her she was a judgemantal old cow and she was talking rubbish. Then reminded her she was in a hospital outpatients dept, where most people had illnesses/problems and she was a nasty vicious old woman who had now made my DD1 burst into tears at hearing what she'd said, and now we were off to see if the surgeon wanted to break both her legs, and thanks!!!
DD1 needed a huge hug, and DD2 stopped wailing to watch mummy flip out at the old bag.
Was IBU or could you have held your temper.