The embarrassment of the terrible two’s (Part 1)

This post is dedicated to the mom I silently judged in the Woolworths two or so years ago. I’m really sorry for judging you.

As I’m sitting here on the couch drinking my coffee (because green tea just would not cut it), I’m evaluating the hectic week we had.

Our kidlings are both at a very “difficult” stage of development. Tatum is currently at the terrible two’s and Tanielle is going through a milestone sleep regression. The terrible two’s sucks. It sucks big time. The terrible two’s will sap every last bit of your sanity from you. So let me not beat around the bush and tell you what this stage is like.

Somewhere in my search to gain my sanity back, I came across the following tip to survive the terrible two’s:

“Do not put your toddler in a situation that might cause a tantrum.”
Now, to the author who wrote this, here is my predicament…

Tatum has always been a very headstrong little girl. She will tell you immediately if something does not suit her. And she can be adamant.
Last weekend was terrible. I got the girls ready to go out on our weekly shopping tripĀ  and let me tell you, every single situation erupted into a tantrum (By the way, the rest of the stores in South-Africa can gladly take a page from Woolworth’s book and remove all sweets and treats from their teller queues). In the first store we went to, Tatum wanted the coloured popcorn in the vegetable aisle. Who puts coloured popcorn with the vegetables???

Then we go down the cereal aisle. O. My. Word… “I want monkey cereal, I want monkey cereal.”
Do not attempt to reason with a two year old. I tried explaining that we have a full box at home, that isn’t even open yet. But, to no avail. Then it was time to pay. Look, I’m no saint when it comes to giving Tatum treats, but it is always within limit and never before she has had something decent to eat. Curse you Smarties, curse you. Tatum’s tantrum was so bad, that a teller asked me what I did to upset my child (Honestly now, do you think I pinch my child for fun to make her cry?).

I deserve a medal for not losing my bananas all over the store.

So on we go to the next torture chamber. I mean store. There Tatum decides that she does not want to sit in the trolley. No, little miss has to walk all by herself. So I allow her to, as I want her to develop her independence. Off we go to pay, and it’s the Smarties scenario all over again. My patience only lasts that long and it was taking a lot to keep my cool and not strangle Tatum right there in the store. I snapped halfway on our way to the last store of our shopping trip and I did the unthinkable. I spanked Tatum. The worst part is not that I spanked her, but that I spanked her out of pure frustration and anger. I just couldn’t handle the constant moaning and crying anymore.

So, to the mom I silently judged in the Woolworths two or so years ago, whom I vowed I’d never be. I would like to apologise. I was you a weekend ago, and I now know what it feels like. I’m so sorry.