Episode #81 - The Tantrums
Hubby and I like to get together with other people. We enjoy getting to know them and their families. So, when a family from our church invited us to a waffle dinner, we were excited! Our first dinner invitation since we moved here! So, we got the kids all loaded up and headed over for a fun filled evening getting to know some new people. There were a total of 4 families and everyone had at least 2 kids, so it was a houseful! Most of the kids went outside to play and most of the dads followed them out. Poor hubby. I didn't realize how horrible my kids were being. I was inside, ignorantly chatting away, while he was outside keeping the kids from stepping in the dog poop, taking toys from the other kids, throwing sand and other objects, and in general pushing and shoving to get their way. I'm sorry, where did my kids go? Who are these maniacs? Little Bug is bringing all the inside toys outside. Baby Girl keeps pulling the other kids out of the motorized car and Red is HITTING THE HOUSE AND WINDOWS with some kind of toy. I'm mortified. The other parents are smiling politely as we reprimand the kids and hope they will do better. They didn't. But I'll spare you the gory details and skip to our good-byes. We had the kids help put the toys away. Little Bug was VERY upset. These kids had some COOL toys! I'm sure he wanted to take them home. So, he screamed. He has this really high pitched scream that we have nicknamed "spiraling" because that's what it sounds like. He fluctuates up and down and up and down in this really loud scream. So fun. Again, polite smiles from all. Baby Girl is also screaming, kicking and trying to pull my hair out. I finally have to literally throw her over my shoulder and pack her out the door. More polite smiles. The straw that broke the camels back... the 8 year old acting like his little sister. Throwing a fit. Refusing to thank our hosts for a fun time. Polite smiles are starting to look a little horrified by this display of children throwing themselves all over the place. Sigh. My kids have somehow turned into ungrateful little monsters. We've never really dealt with this before and now it's hitting us full force! Any thoughts or ideas? We came home and they went to bed - it was 7:00. And I fumed over the fact that our first dinner invitation would probably be our last.