Moo had my her 'boom boom', catching up on the latest with Curious George...you know, giving me a sane and tantrum-free walk through J Crew.
Tricks of the trade, my friends.
as I so happily perused through the Cafe Capri sale rack,
I saw in the corner of my eye...
Moo holding the 'boom boom' over her head, ready to launch it...
and she did. Smack down on it's face.
Now, this is a usual occurrence and I usually do the whole, "don't throw my phone, Moo. That's not nice" as I pick it up thing.
Well, this time I turned the 'boom boom' over mid-sentence and...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
Mall trip ruined.
Now this wouldn't be so upsetting if our budget would allow for a quick fix, but it does not...so I instantly knew that I'd just have to go on living with a cracked up phone. Awful. I know. First world problems.
Thankfully, my good mama friend was with us and understood right away that I needed to leave....right away. Before I lost it.
We trotted right out of there and made it back to the car before I started wheeping.
I know that I can't really blow up on my toddler, but I so badly want to at times.
There have been times that I snapped a bit and then instantly feel like a crummy mummy.
Come in other parentals. You understand, eh?
Have you ever had those times when you want to lose it on your little google-eyed, totally half oblivious toddler that just managed to ruin your day/week/month...but you just can't?