Tantrums

I will never again judge someone for their toddler's tantrum while in public. 

We had an apple juice incident today when we went out for lunch (we were out of town at Anthony's ped. derm. appt.).  Anna screamed at the top of her lungs while flailing and squeezing a juice box.  All over the lady next to us.  I quickly said, "I'm really sorry for the apple juice that is now running down your legs."  My most intellegent apology ever.

The lady politely replied, "Oh, I didn't like these pants anyway."  I wanted to crawl in a hole.

Anna them proceeded to hit me, repeatedly.  I'm not sure why she thinks hitting or pinching is an appropriate way of expressing herself, but I'm at my wits end with how to deal with it.  At one point, she pulled my hair so hard, my eyes teared up from the pain.  We made quite a scene, let me assure you.

The cashier nicely gave us a new juice box which I promptly hid from Anna, she was not about to get a treat for throwing a fit.  She then sat in time out while watching the french fries she so desperately wanted to eat. 

Then she said she was sorry, ate her lunch nicely and got called "angelic" by two women who had walked in post-tantrum. 

I think she makes it her job to keep me insane.

And then on the way home, we were run off the road by a semi truck.  I ended up laying on my horn and driving on the shoulder until he realized his mistake.  He was inches from my children.  And I cried for miles.  I was no longer frustrated with Anna for her tantrum.  I was so thankful that my babies were okay and that we arrived home safely. 

No matter how many times she pushes my buttons, I am always thankful for my sassy, high-energy girl and my super-chill boy who sat calmly and quietly through all of it.