I have been thinking about my earlier post all day and it is now true confession time.
If I'm going to share my life with all of you and eventually Lucas himself, then I have to share the good, the bad and the ugly...
By and large, Sea World is one of those places that is great for busy toddlers; there is tons of open and safe places for them to roam around and explore, provided there aren't swarms of people and you're up for some exercise.
So, yes while we had a very fun day yesterday, Lucas has decided that the stroller is a torture chamber.
Full.
On.
Meltdown.
Every time I tried to get him into the stroller so that we could venture on to the next exhibit.
He wanted only to be on the ground and mobile, not strapped in or confined.
There were tears and sweat and head butts and one skinned knee.
It wasn't pretty.
I have decided that I'm NOT cut out for these tantrums.
They are embarrassing and exhausting and leave me feeling completely helpless and awful. They make me want to package up my child, take him home and never leave the house with him again.
These fits of rage never last very long, but it is as though the devil himself possesses my son for four minutes and for me it is an excruciating 240 seconds. Seriously, it is the worst part of parenting... so far.
I am hoping these outbursts are just a phase. Somebody, please tell me that this is just a phase. Lucas has only been walking for three months, so I know that it is still very new and exciting to him.
So, there you have it. There were oh, four of these episodes yesterday. Luckily they got tamer as the day wore on because his little legs got tired, but nevertheless, they took their toll on both of us.
