







Just got back from my dad's 81st birthday meal.
Early.
Dd2 was fine for about fifteen minutes, and two minutes before all the food arrived had a MASSIVE meltdown after my dad moved her drink an inch away fron the edge of the table. I mean MASSIVE. I dragged her outside, where she proceeded to roll around screaming on the tarmac for ten minutes before I managed to bundle her into the car, and had to drive home in tears while she pulled my hair and tried to strangle me from the back seat.
DP followed me in his car (he had arrived at the pub straight from being out) and put her in her room, where she is now screaming it out.
So much for the steak in pepper sauce and roast chicken dinner, which my mum still had to pay for and they will drop off cold in tin foil to us when they are finished.
I am very upset and pissed off.