A new milestone has arrived.

It’s not a welcomed one though, like when Savannah first rolled over or took her first steps. Nope. This milestone comes with dread. And wondering if we’ll ever be able to go out in public again.  Yes, it’s the public tantrums. *sigh*

Tonight was my first experience of public-dining-humiliation. We went to eat at Applebees with my parents, the nice waiter even brought her a free drink and a balloon! But, that was not enough to keep the new princess-diva happy.  She refused to stay seated in the high chair.  Refused to let me feed her so she wouldn’t dump it every where (it was baby food fruit, very messy. If we were at home, I wouldn’t care, but not in a restaurant).  She screamed and cried, wiggled and squirmed.  I’m sure we were getting lots of looks, but I wasn’t looking and quite frankly, I don’t care (Anyone who has had children should understand!). Finally I had enough and left with only half my dinner eaten.  Thankfully I had taken my own car so that I could do this, other wise, things would have probably gotten really ugly between the Diva and this Frustrated Mom.

I put her in the car, got home as fast as I could legally, washed her off and put her straight to bed. Hallelujah for this peace and quiet now that she is in bed! I was about to loose it. My Mom also brought me a strawberry milk shake home to drown my sorrows and frustrations in. That helps. Quiet moments and ice cream, always a good thing.

Now if only my husband were here. (My hat goes off to you single Moms, I don’t know how you do it.)