Yesterday was notable for both good and bad reasons. I’ll start with the bad so I can end with the good.
You think you’ve seen a child throw a tantrum before. Well, I thought the same thing, until yesterday morning. We had a Music Together make-up class, because we’d missed one earlier in the semester. Oh, how I wish I’d just skipped the make-up. How I wish we’d left off at that last official wonderful class. We hadn’t been there for more than ten minutes, when I noticed Maddie was about to break. She and the other kids were running around, and she wasn’t being as gentle as she should have been. (She kept running into Simon and some of the others.) When I asked her to be more gentle, she yelled, “No! You stop it!” (Uh-oh.) I said, “Uh, no? Do we need to go outside the classroom and talk?” And that was that.
“NOOOOO! Don’t take me! No! I never leave! AAAAUUUGGHH!”
So I carried her out into the main area of Blakely Hall, where she has both Music Together and ballet, and she totally flipped out, screaming her head off, trying to run away from me, yelling: “YOU’RE HURTING ME! DON’T TOUCH ME, YOU MOTHER! AAAUUUGHH!” The women who work in the main office looked embarrassed for me, and also a little annoyed. Especially the woman who was trying to have a conversation on the phone. Mortifying.
(As a note, Maddie yells “you’re hurting me” all the time, now. When you’re putting her to bed, when you’re holding her hand to cross the street, when you’re brushing her teeth. Pretty much every time she doesn’t want to do what she’s doing. And it’s the worst thing to have yelled at you repeatedly in public. I feel like I need to put my hands in the air and say, “Hey, whoa, look, I’m not even touching her.” Especially when she yells it at the playground that’s behind the police station.)
So we left Blakely Hall, because that’s what happens when my kids are screaming like banshees in public. We leave. That was our last Music Together class for awhile, and I feel crappy about how it ended.
We drove to IKEA in Renton, and had lunch. Everyone started to feel a little better. We did some shopping for the new house, and Simon double fisted chicken tenders nearly the whole time.
That’s totally what it looks like. After we checked out, Maddie sat right down to have soft serve with an employee on her lunch break. (Thanks for being understanding and awfully kind, IKEA employee!)
Then we discovered exactly how close our house is to IKEA. Ten minutes. TEN MINUTES.
We got to the house a little early to meet our realtor, and the kids played in the backyard. I had all kinds of happy premonitions about setting them both outside to play while I drink coffee and write on the deck. Sigh.
Then WE CLOSED ON OUR HOUSE!
The work’s begun, and we’re so looking forward to moving in over the course of a couple of weeks!
See? I told you the day had a good ending.