Tuesday, 12 January 2010
A Piece of Paradise
When I asked Millie what she wanted to eat for lunch today she asked if we could go to the place where we share soup and a sandwich (aka, paradise bakery). We has just been to the doctor and he said her counts were up and we could take her out if we felt comfortable with the idea. Since it was only 11 am and I knew it wouldn't be busy yet, I hurried and got the kids ready and headed out.
We got our food and the second we sat down she started screaming at the top of her lungs that her drink was too big and she didn't want it. Every time I would try talking to her she would get louder. At one point I said, "Millie I love you but I think we should go", by now the whole restaurant is staring at me, and she says, "NO MOM WE ARE STAYING HERE AND YOU NEED TO TELL ME YOU'RE SORRY RIGHT NOW, THEN DON'T TALK TO ME AND DON'T TOUCH ME". I thought I was going to die. Our little piece of Paradise had turned into a HUGE slice of Hell.
We had had such a good day and I was really excited to get out with her and feel a little normal, I wasn't expecting a ragging steroid fit. Pretty sure I won't be doing that again!