Headed home from Discovery Place this afternoon my two-year-old, Reed, decided to throw one of those two-year-old tantrums that makes you want to crawl in a hole and bury your head for an extended period of time. I sat us up for failure today though before even leaving the house. We went out without a nap and pushed the limits. We are morning people, we like to get things done and go go go, so afternoon outings are not always the best. They were both already tired but sometimes you just need to get out, Today, we should have stayed in.
I took them into the gift shop quickly before we left to pick up some things for my nieces for my sister for the Holidays and of course he didn’t want to leave, Go figure. I stayed and stayed and then Lucas needed to pee. Reed is still standing his ground. Damn stubborn child acts just like his mother. I grab him and start going toward the bathroom, He is screaming and Lucas is doing his pee pee dance. We make it to the potty, but Reed is still screaming. It is time to go. I carry him sideways down the elevator, through the lobby, up another elevator (trust me you have to do this, it doesn't connect) and I wrestled him into the car. I'm telling you this was a crawl in a hole tantrum! I buckled his car seat, all the while he’s screaming bloody murder and bucking. Neighboring cars are staring. (Yeah, like you've never been here.) I turn the radio on and roll the windows down as I try to drown out the incessant noise. The classic rock station I had been listening to on the way to the museum comes on; “Don’t Stop Believing,” by Journey is playing. I've always loved singing at the top my lungs so I start belting it out and laughing. (Don’t worry, Reed continues to scream.) I roll the windows down and its really all very comical. Daniel hated 80s music so maybe he helped the song play as I love it. It sounds silly but I look for him everywhere. I search for his love and involvement with us every day. And I think he was bringing me joy.
Reed finally passed out in his seat. Whew, we've survived another day.
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