Originally posted by nurse-in-boots
Please give the the dream that I will once again, one day, get to sit down for a nice dinner in public, and actually enjoy myself. (p.s. will I have to wait untill they are 18 and OUT OF MY HOUSE?)
Unfortunately, you pegged it in your p.s.! The only time I have a peaceful dinner is when my in-laws visit and I get to go out on an adult night!
Oh, I feel for you! I've been there with my two oldest, and now have a three year old. My oldest are three years apart and when they were little their dad was in the military and gone most of the time. The only place I found I could take them without eliciting stares, anger, or pity was Chuck E. Cheese, because everyone else was screaming at their kids to sit down and eat too. We fit right in, and with a few tylenol for me, we would have a decent time, until it was time to leave. Then I joined the other ranks of parents trying to drag their screaming children out the door.
As RRMLPN said, as they get older you exchange one set of problems for another. Mine are now 16 and 13, and still fight over who gets to sit where in the car. My three year old is a terror and the older two just encourage the behavior.
While I was visiting my mom I went to a grocery store with just the three year old (he was 2 then). The store had these cute little kid size baskets so I let him take one to wheel around instead of strapping him into the seat of the one I was driving. WARNING: NEVER let a 2 year old have the kiddy carts in the store!
I was soon chasing him through the aisles, trying to keep up with putting the items that he was dumping into his cart back on the shelves, and keep him from running down other shoppers. I abandoned my cart and decided on just the minimum that I needed, and used his cart, which he was happy with. He didn't want to leave. He wouldn't get on line to pay. He just wanted to continue to roam the aisles and throw stuff into his cart. So here I am, trying to carry a screaming, fighting 2 y/o while at the same time trying to manuever this little bitty cart to the check out. I had to walk hunched over because I am 5'8'' and the darn cart was probably less than 3 feet tall. If I didn't really need the stuff I had in the cart, I would have just left in humiliation. I didn't think I would ever get out of that store! I'm sure everyone cheered when I finally left!
So, don't worry, even though it's very stressful, you will be able to look back on this and laugh! And if we're really lucky, they will have children who are JUST LIKE THEM, and then we can laugh while they tell us about how they misbehave. The ultimate payback! BWAAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!
Any room left in that padded cell?