The Best Tantrum Yet

There's been a few times since I've had children that I've wanted to crawl under a rock, but yesterday took the cake.

The scene:

We're at Dr. Mullen's office checking out Bodie's eye infection (yep...pink eye).

We're all finished with the appointment and I'm making a new appointment for next week. The lady asks Bodie if he wants a sticker and he said, "Yep." So I bring down the bucket with the stickers and ask Bodie to pick one. He keeps inching the bucket closer to him without picking a sticker. So I decided to help him pick a sticker. I showed him each Bee Movie and Dr. Seuss sticker and asked him if he wanted them. Each time he said, "nope." I quickly realized that he wanted that entire bucket of stickers and the bucket. I explained that he could take one. He again said, "nope." I told him he couldn't have the whole bucket and if he couldn't pick one we'd have to leave without a sticker.

Hearig the words, leave without a sticker, set off the tantrum of all tantrums and everyone in that doctor's office went deaf. I was trying to stay calm while carrying Abby in her 25 pound carseat with one hand and a screaming, kicking, stiff Bodie in the other hand. I could see the receptionist's mouth saying, "Can we help you?" I mouthed, no thank you and continued carrying/dragging my kids out the door.

When we got outside the door Bodie seemed like he might be on the verge of being rational. He was asking for a sticker. So I carried/dragged my kids back inside and asked if we could try to pick a sticker. I showed Bodie the bucket of stickers to pick one, but that bucket was way too tempting. He just had to have it. So I picked up my kids and carried/dragged them out the door for a second time. Abby was so heavy my arm was in pain and Bodie was still kicking and screaming and to top it all off my entire bra was showing and I couldn't pull my shirt up because I couldn't risk putting Bodie down because I knew he was a flight risk.

We slowly made our way through the courtyard as Bodie screamed for the entire city of Gilbert to hear. As we walked, a lady came out from another office to see if she could help, then another lady and then another. "Oh, we're fine," I said with my bra fully exposed and who knows what else exposed clinging to my children just praying I could make it to the car.

By some miracle we did make it to the car and I strapped my kids in. I sat in the drivers seat with my hair a mess, my clothes wet from struggling and sweating and my child still screaming at decibels too loud for human ears.

Instead of trying to find that big rock to hide under, I was trying to tell myself it was ok, because at least I got my exercise in for the day.