Right, I 'm not proud of this in anyway but today I was at the Perth Museum with my parents and ds2.
Ds2, 3yrs, demanded his usual ice lolly this time a magnum. I got it for him of course, and cracked the chocolate shell with my teeth to make it easier for him to eat. He immediately howled with disappointment and indignation and then.... and this is the bit I am extremely about.... I flew in to a total red mist, I shouted, I bullied and I picked him up after he hit me - poor thing was so upset - and I pressed him against a wall. How awful is that, how utterly appalling and not at all like me.
I got the hell out of the courtyard cafe where this had happened, still feeling full of rage and muttering and mumbling with poor ds2 in tow, and drove to a different part of town where I stopped the car and we hugged and made up and read a book together and I apologised for getting too cross. (and being a vile person).
I honestly do not know what got in to me. I am not PMT, I am not normally like that at all with my children - I sometime snap like the rest of us but I NEVER lay my hands anywhere near them - and I was remorseful and confused all day about what happened, how quickly it had happened and the intensity of the event.
Anyway, my mum later told me she had discovered that the cafe courtyard is actually the old execution yard of the former prison around which the museum is built.
Freaked me right out.
I am in no way excusing my revolting behaviour but I wonder if there could have been an underlying reason for it?