Melt-down

So yesterday was our first public melt-down - it was horrific. The day started off great. DD slept until 10:30 a.m. (she's usually up at 8:30 a.m.), much to our satisfaction and we thought - wow, this is going to be a great day! We won't have a cranky baby (as we did on Saturday) and we will all go out and have a great day. So we pack up and head out to breakfast. It was great, she was patient and saying "hi" to everyone in the restaurant. We had a few snacks for her to munch on while we awaited breakfast and everything was going very well. The food arrives and all hell broke loose. I don't know what happened. She starts going buck-wild. Grabbing at daddy's plate, just making a huge mess, screaming at the top of her lungs. So, DH takes her outside to calm her down a little and when they return, she refuses to go back into the high chair. Kicking and screaming. It was quite a scene!

We decide to just pack it all up. Aside from the fact that she's having this melt-down, we simply felt too embarrassed to stay. Everyone was looking at us (very judgmentally, I might add) and without much understanding. DH takes Lady Day out of the restaurant and heads to the car and I'm still feeling quite embarrassed. People are still staring at me, and I felt so bad that I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I can. What I couldn't understand was why all the women looked at me and this situation with such disdain? Haven't they all been through this? Shouldn't they have been more understanding and empathetic rather than disgusted? We've discussed this before and it's just so amazing how tough we are on each other.

Anyway, we head home and she's still a hot mess.....still cranky and miserable. She doesn't take her normal nap and let's not even talk about bed-time. It was an absolutely horrible day in the Smith household. Let's hope that we don't have any more melt-downs (yeah...right?).