Brat: A child, especially a spoiled or ill-mannered one.
As I wrote in my post last night I was afraid to go to sleep because I was scared of what today would bring and it turns out it was a completely legitimate fear. Today is already worse than yesterday. What the hell is going on? Is my biggest fear as a parent coming true? Is my prize possession a brat? I'll be the first to admit I always sat afar and judged the parents whose kids were throwing fits and tantrums at restaurants and let me be the first to say; karma is a bitch. Today was the first time I had to leave a restaurant early because MY child was misbehaving. Charlotte cried, kicked, and yes threw her grilled cheese. I felt like I was being hazed into Motherhood. Being a Mom is hard. I mean really, really, hard. Here are some things I constantly remind myself: 1. Tomorrow is a new day 2. Charlotte will love me no matter how hard I suck at being a Mom today 3. Lots of people want to be Mom's and can't so suck it up
So my baby brat is napping right now and I need to get on amazon.com ASAP and get some parenting books. Wish me good luck. If you see us out and about and Charlotte is acting a muck please don't judge, we are working on it.