DS is 2.3, DD is 4 months. I look after them both full time at the moment. I decided to take them to the library this morning, and in a moment of insanity decided to leave the buggy at home and let DS walk and catch the bus. I should have seen the direction things were going in when he lay down on the pavement outside our front gate, and had to be coaxed and carried to the bus stop at the end of the road.
He was good on the bus, and okay at the library to begin with. When he started pulling cups out of the water dispenser and tried to snatch a toy from the only other child in the library I decided it was time to go home for lunch. DS didn't like this idea and was already screaming under my arm by the time we got back to the bus stop. He knocked over the shopping of a man waiting in the shelter, and I only had time for a flustered apology as I carried him kicking and screaming on to our bus. I had to pin him in his seat for the whole journey home as he screeched and thrashed. He kept knocking his baby sister (who was in the sling) and making her cry.
I didn't dare look at any of the other passengers. I heard muttering behind me and glanced up once and there was an older woman giving me a filthy look. At our stop I carried off and apologised to the driver, then staggered up the road to the house with him still flailing under my arm.
He's calmed down now and is watched Peppa. I hoped writing it all down would help me see the funny side but I still just want to sob. Why is it so bloody hard? Why do I never see other toddlers behaving like this? I just want to stay indoors and never go out again.