park day FAIL.

Somehow I think BG hacked into my email and read one of those parenting emails on two year olds and tantrums. And then she decided, "I'll show her a tantrum" and has begun to do that. Good grief y'all. Proof? On Monday I took BG to school for a few hours so that I could get some stuff done on my day off. It was a gorgeous day out, so I decided to pick her up early and take her to the park.

Only the toddler I picked up clearly wasn't my sweet Baby Girl but some Chucky type demon child in a sweet BG body. Good times. She was already upset about her juice (yea, no idea), but I kept driving to the park. Then she saw her blanket on the way out of the car and. oh. my. stars. the meltdown. Once she calmed down from that, we headed to the lake and the ducks but she saw something different and wanted that.

"Miiinnnnneeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" is all she would scream. She planted her feet and refused to move. I had her hand, but she was practically horizontal as she put all thirty three pounds into pulling me backwards.

I was mortified. No lie, I immediately started pitting out as I racked my brain for the best way to handle what was happening in my life at that moment.

Want to know a truth? Before BG, I was so the girl that would have given the mother with the screaming toddler "the look". You know, the look of disdain as I try to send her mind vibes of "can't you control your dang child woman?!". I know. I'm not proud. Now that I am a Mom, if I see that scene, I'm all "that poor woman... thank God it isn't me (this time)".

The only solution was to get the heck out of dodge. And fast.

So I picked up my now limp as a sack of potatoes toddler (who is still screaming mind you) and bolted back through the parking lot to the car.

She was beyond reason, beyond consoling. And so was BG.

Ha.

Seriously, there was no figuring out the problem, the issue, nothing. She was done.

So I put her butt in the car and we left.

No sooner did we get five seconds down the parking lot than I hear a tiny little whimper from the back seat; "I sowwy Mommy".

I looked back to see the biggest, saddest blue eyes and the poutiest little lip ever.

"I park?" she asked.

But I couldn't. I couldn't give in. Which sucked because I so badly wanted to go.

I knew though, that I couldn't give in. A point had to be made. She acted the fool and lost park privileges.

So did Mama. Boo hiss.

Sometimes this parenting thing is super hard and not much fun.