From Toddler to Teen.....which is easier?
Today I took my daughter to a swimming party in our old town of Molalla, where they were greatful to meet up with old pals since we hadn't seen them for a few months. When we got to the pool I felt a slight twinge of guilt that I wasn't planning to take Braxton into the water, but quickly was reminded as to why I don't like to take him out to do anything much in public, as he threw a giant tantrum as we waved bye-bye to his sisters. Braxton, who seemed to fear the water at first decided he wanted to be in that water, NOW. He did one one his back arching fits, screaming at the top of his lungs, so I quickly got him out of there. In the car, he kept up his tantrum and tried to get away from me and crawled under the passenger seat so I couldn't grab him.
Well, I grabbed him, and it took me about ten minutes to get him into his car seat, safely buckled for the 20 minute drive home.
Gosh, I love that child with all of my soul, but he left me winded.
I had to run into Safeway on the way home, and Braxton wanted to ride in one of those racecar shopping carts. After I meticulously wiped it down with those handy sanitizing wipes, he decided to scream for another 'car cart' that he wanted instead. I gave in and buckled him in, and no sooner did I fasten him in, then he was screaming bloody murder to get back out.....luckliy the little seat belt in the toy cart kept him in almost long enough for me to grab a couple groceries, and two father's day cards......ones that I had no time to barely glance at. One for my Dad and one for my hubby.
I also grabbed a gift card for my dad, hopefully it was a good one! I had no time to browse before Braxton got free from the cart and took off running.
People were laughing and snickering, some probably thinking how such a horrid mother like me could not control her kid. Well, I can't! Sorry! (I'd rather have people laugh than yell at me for my 'lack of discipline.'
As for my teens, I'll elaborate more on that later, but sometimes I don't know which truly is more difficult, the teenagers I have who don't help me with housework and fight majorly with one another or my little guy's naughty public outbursts.........................?