So we took ds to Costco this evening, had to get some stuff. Normally we carry him in the sling, backpack, or ergo. Well, we didn't have that stuff with us (don't ask), so we put him in the cart, and I got him a snack hoping feeding him would keep him happy in the cart. No dice.
Huge freakout. He bit the hell out of dh. People staring. I was just waiting for someone to say something. I took ds to the car (carrying him OVER MY SHOULDER, flailing and screaming) while dh paid for our stuff.
I was calm in the store, but I had soooooooo much anxiety and could just feel those eyes boring holes through me. It sucked.
I internalize so much crap that I need to just let roll off my back. Bleah. I came home and had a glass of wine.
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Huge freakout. He bit the hell out of dh. People staring. I was just waiting for someone to say something. I took ds to the car (carrying him OVER MY SHOULDER, flailing and screaming) while dh paid for our stuff.
I was calm in the store, but I had soooooooo much anxiety and could just feel those eyes boring holes through me. It sucked.
I internalize so much crap that I need to just let roll off my back. Bleah. I came home and had a glass of wine.
