There I was happily shopping, when DT2 (3)decided he was weary of this shopping lark so increased the volume a few notches. I decided to nip it in the bud before he got really loud and rounded up DT1 and headed for checkouts. On the way down the stairs DT2 says he wanted to go down the other stairs "The BLACK stairs mummy, i want to go down the BLACK stairs!!!!!!!" To avoid a possible confrontation I say, well off you go, you go down the Black stairs and me and DT1 will meet you at the bottom"
Cue Meltdown..........think of the loudest most pearcing blood curdling scream, then double it...."YOU COME WITH ME, MUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!" Cue flushed cheeks from me, lots of stares (plus i knew there were people in there i knew as well), so in low voice, "I'm going to count to three young man, and if you don't calm down, we are going home" "I DON'T WANT TO!!!!!!!!!!!"
Grab arm and frog march down stairs, collecting DT1 on the way "LET GO, LET GO, I WANT DADDY!!!!!!!!" I did actually have something I needed to pay for, so had to queue...."I DON'T WANT TO PAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (that one got a few smiles from other shoppers, i mean who does want to pay!)....
I stood in queue for what seemed like eternity, bright red with embarrasment, on the verge of tears (If someone had spoken to me I would have snapped I'm sure), while I got screamed at and slapped (he doesn't hit hard, it was just the embarrasment of being beaten 'mentally' by a toddler).
I felt like he was totally in control, I had no say in his behaviour at all, in fact anything I did say made things worse and made me feel closer to loosing it with him.
This behaviour is extreme for him, he can have his moments at home of sulking and I just ignore him, or time out him, but it's never been on that scale before.
How could I have dealt with it diffently? I got back to car and flipped at him once all the doors were shut and passers by could only see the anger in my eyes and see my mouth opening and closing. I then cried. DT1 asked what was wrong. I cried more! DT2 cried then fell asleep.
How do you fab mummy's deal with similar situations that don't end up in you resolving NEVER to take your kids shopping again.....?