The tears have been mine and D4`s, in equal measure today !
She was happy all morning, even exemplarily well-behaved at her dental check-up...then we went to Woolworths to look at the sale. Still well-behaved.
When we came out of the shop, she asked to go to the coffee-shop :-)
Being as it is her birthday weekend (she will be three on Sunday), we said ok. She chose her ice-cream (raspberry) and a scone, and was happy for about five minutes, until she suddenly started screaming, shouting and lashing out for no apparent reason.
DH reacted as normal, by being mega-embarrassed.
I just told him to sit and drink his coffee, and I marched out, with this screaming Moppet under my arm and told her in no uncertain terms that behaviour like that was totally unacceptable. By this stage she was sobbing for daddy, so I took her back in where she continued to sob quietly until we left.
By the time this denouement took place, I realised to my horror that the two ladies sitting at a table facing away from us were two of the nursery teachers from D3`s school, and therefore the teachers from the class that this screaming little Moppet will be going to next year.
Oh how I wished for the earth to open and swallow me up... :-(((((((
It is just so frustrating to have to face behaviour that ranges from delightful to practically demonic in the space of a few seconds.
It doesn`t help that DH and I have quite different parenting styles, mainly because I am a hard-bitten Mama to another three, and Moppet D4 is his one and only little one. He loves her and cannot bear to see her cry.
I also love her and cannot bear to see her behaviour deteriorating and am fearful of her becoming an obnoxious spoiled little brat.
Bit of an impasse here, folks..........