
Saturday: My two year old has had no nap and hasn't been to bed at a decent time in weeks. He suddenly thinks he is a night owl. Despite this, we decided to head to Happy Joes for a little family dinner. All was fine until he spotted the cookie on the counter...the tantrum begins. Laying down on the floor in the middle of Happy Joes, I swoop him up as I feel all eyes on me. Now he's pissed. It's time to put his coat on and get him out of there. Not a good idea. Now he's really pissed. I know the whole place is staring and watching our every move as we attempt to deal with this lovely display of public outburst.
Now, for those moms and dads that have been through this, I hope you feel my pain. This public tantrum stuff is new to me, though, so I have a hard time with it. Being a parent and having all eyes on you is hard enough, but then you add fuel to the fire....a table of teenagers right beside us and what do I hear?
"I'm never going to have kids because you just get fat when you have kids. And then my husband probably won't even like me anymore, because you just get fat."
Are you kidding me?!?!? Oh yes, honey, please point this out while I'm 'enjoying' a toddler's tantrum with him screaming and flailing about. Please remind me that my version of exercise these days is lifting 30 pounds of dead weight off the floor as he kicks and wriggles away. Pleeeeeeeeeeease remind me again that parenting isn't hard enough, but now you have to judge the added inches on my hips and thighs and.......
Little did she know that I would rather be a mommy with a spare tire then supermodel skinny any day. And even though, at that moment, I could have beat her with the pizza box, it's worth every minute.
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