My Son - The Embarrassment.

My little one has quiet the temper. Actually he has THE temper.
I really don't know who this child is.

He is not mine.

And I do not claim him when we go out.

Nu-huh.

I don't know who he is. He's not mine.

I keep telling myself (it soothes me) denial is one hell of a mind trick, meanwhile my little monster is calling me mommy every step of the way.

Totally embarrassed by my son actions, I picked him up and put him back in the cart. That triggered an even more dramatic scene he had to present (I should really put him into acting school). He continued to act like a bloody fool, hooting and hollering all through the aisles. I walk on by the innocent bystanders who have to witness this tragic event with a weak and weary smile.

In my head, I'm thinking "shoot me now", "this kid is crazy", and "I am sorry you people have to deal with this". And in their heads they're thinking "would she shut that kid up", "that poor mom", "she has no control", "that child is crazy".

I am walking around with the spawn of Satan. This is Rosemary's baby all grown up.

I continued to do my shopping trying my best to hurry up before my son tries to do something spectacular (he goes out with a bang). And a big bang is something I do not want nor need in this arena. I try to keep him entertained between his meltdowns by giving him easy things he can put next to him (in the car).

I didn't give him the eggs (for obvious reasons) and the boy had to transform back to his maniacal ways. Why? I'm almost done (dairy is usually the last thing I pick up before heading out). He kept on screaming "no mommy, do it" (no mommy I want to do it) I told him "no, eggs are fragile and you will break them". That didn't sit well with him so he then proceeded to yell saying "that way" pointing back to the dairy section so he can put the eggs in. "That way mommy" "that way" was all anyone would hear who crossed paths with me on the way to the checkout.

Hallelujah! The light at the checkout was glowing and so was I. I promise you I never have been so happy to see the light up number at the checkout line. It was like a metaphor. The light at the end of this God forsaken tunnel and errand from hell is over. Just one more step closer to the car where he will conveniently pass out to refresh himself for yet another hysteria when we get home.

Sad to say, but that would be the last errand my son and I will do together for a while. I have to keep him contained and away from innocent people out there. Going forward I will run errands before his pick up from Daycare or leave him with grandma for a bit because I will not do this to myself again.

Oh who am I kidding? I will. But not anytime soon though. Nu-huh. That kid is not mine.