since it did..here's my entry:
(*named changed. but fear not, i've been mumsnetting for sometime now!)
first, i am hoping i'm posting in the right part of mumsnet for this. (if someone can better direct me, that's cool too.)
yesterday was a sharp wake up call for me. that i've been allowing stress in my life to overly control how i am reacting and parenting my 3 1/2 year old son, whom is quite active and a clever kid.
(small bit of background: i'm separated from ds's father, but we all still live in the same house until i can afford to move out. i have my own room, as does my 'husband'.)
i took ds out to town shopping yesterday, he was very stroppy, not listening (much more than usual!), generally defying me at every turn, i was trying to find something for his nursery's late easter party today, well, no shops had any leftover easter stuff (so this had be stressed) we didnt go out last week as ds had chicken pox. finally at the end of my tether, in the shopping centre i work in, no less, ds was not sitting down on the circular bench thing with me, after repeatedly asking him (my head felt it was going to blow off!), (ds, obviously picked up on my cross mood and behaved worse.) he climbed under the bench and i had to pull him out (by his arms, no less until i could get him around the waist); he was shouting at me, trying to hit me, kick me, anything he could (he was tired as well, so that i think was playing a part too.) - i sat him down next to me, (ok, bad mother admission part: i wasnt rough with him, but i did sit him down next to me not so gently.), he turned to hit me and i caught his arm with mine and he hit his head on the bench trying to struggle away from me.
at this point, i stood him in front of me, crossed and held his arm (so he couldnt hit me in the face while i spoke to him), and i just shouted at him.
at this point, a man and his wife say something to me. i ask them nicely to mind their own business, which the man further does not, i finally stood up and told him he needs to back off, the woman remarked that she would call social services and also the remark that stung me, "that poor little boy".
they left and i left the shopping centre and called my husband. walking to the shop near where i was, i saw a police car and one cop on foot. i immediately thought those people called them. i panicked and went into the bathroom, i kid you not, i stayed in the handicapped toilet with ds until my husband arrived. i was nearly sick with stress.
(i'm gonna post this and continue in the next space..) sorry this is so wordy....