zaftigmama
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Had to take Brownie to the dentist 90 mins away--we had an awful experience with the local pediatrician. dentist, so we're trying this one recommended to us by another difficult child mom.
The trip was pretty uneventful; Brownie watched DVDs on his player and I found the office pretty easily. At this office, they have a vending-type machine with bouncy balls and other little toys--and the kids get a token for the machine after their visit.
Brownie starts obsessing immediately on the machine. Mom, can I have a quarter? Mom, I need a quarter. Mom, give me a quarter. Mom, I said I need a quarter and on and on. I explain that even if I had any quarters, the machine doesn't take quarters, it takes tokens. I'm trying to fill out paperwork and he's whining and moaning and rolling around on the floor and of course the other kids are staring and looking frightened, and then he's crying and banging his head against the wall...in desperation, I ask the receptionist if she has another place for us to wait...she doesn't.
He did pretty OK with the dentist--for him. When we leave, he starts in with the wanting food, screaming at me for passing gas stations, that I'm stupid and he hates me, near hysteria. I'm lost but I stop at the first pizza place I see so I can feed him.
We finally make it home and husband and Brownie play some video games. When bedtime comes, I mention it and husband says, oh, but we're having a nice time, but I can see where this nice time is going to end, but I don't say anything and leave it to husband to handle. Naturally, Brownie freaks out when it's time to finally turn off the game, throws things, kicks, hits, etc...husband, of course, roars at him and rushes towards him, calls him ungrateful, etc...I of course understand his feelings but he's been with Brownie all of an hour. So my sympathy is limited.
Not sure where I'm going with all of this. I'm tired. And now I have to do my editing job. Wheeeee....