Last week, on the way home from mrs fatiains mums, remembered we needed a few bits from Tesco so we stopped there. Baby daughter was asleep so mrs f said "I'll stay in the car with her", Josh wanted to come so I sat him in the bottom of one of those shallow trollies as I wanted to be quick.
Rushed round the shop really quick, gets to the self service checkout and Josh starts to play up. He wants to get out the trolley, starts standing up, trolley rocks, he sits down screaming. I warn him to behave and stay sat down. Rinse and repeat. Warning is upped to stop it or you'll get a smack. Cue 150dB scream and having a bag of pasta shells thrown at me. I counter with a slap on the leg. He cries and starts to behave.
Here's where it gets interesting. This older woman walks past and almost whispers to me "You disgusting human being". Mr Red-Rag, meet Mr Bull.
"What did you just say?", I seethe, as she walks off, nose in the air. She gets a little further away, turns and looks at me down her nose again. I can feel the pressure rising in me like a boiling kettle. By this time, Josh is laughing at this funny old lady and the fact his dad's about to explode. I finish paying and rush out to the car. As soon as I leave the store mrs fatiain spots me and knows something is wrong. I tell her what happened and load number one son and shopping into the car.
"I'm not having that" I seethe again. "Calm down dear" says mrs fatiain trying to calm me down a bit. I stomp back into Tesco and out the corner of my eye catch the said old bird at the frist check-out. "How dare you speak to me like that in front of my son?" "Well what do you expect, hitting him like that?" "And how dare you question my parenting skills?" "What parenting skills?"
Well that just pushed the wrong buttons with me and I very nearly lost it. Especially as she started to call for security and the store manager (Well I was being rather loud). I think I apologised to the poor lass on the till at this point and when the security guard turned up, I apologised to him and walked out.
Cold air, adrenelin and me obviously don't mix well and as I stepped out, a second wave of fury hit me. I turned on my heel for round two to see her coming out the store flanked by 2 security guards.
"Do you know me?" "What gives you the right to question what I do to discipline my children?", she countered with a weak "Well what's he doing out at this time of night anyway, he should be in bed"
Over my shoulder I heard "we've had a family emergency tonight, that's why he's not in bed yet" (Thanks mrs f!). AT this point one of the security guards winked at me and gave me a knowing smile. "I think I'd like to go to my car now" she said so I called her a "detestable old witch" and drove home for a beer.
I *think* that's the angriest I've been, ever as anyone who knows me knows I dote on my kids and as I didn't swear once, I must've been fuming.
Rushed round the shop really quick, gets to the self service checkout and Josh starts to play up. He wants to get out the trolley, starts standing up, trolley rocks, he sits down screaming. I warn him to behave and stay sat down. Rinse and repeat. Warning is upped to stop it or you'll get a smack. Cue 150dB scream and having a bag of pasta shells thrown at me. I counter with a slap on the leg. He cries and starts to behave.
Here's where it gets interesting. This older woman walks past and almost whispers to me "You disgusting human being". Mr Red-Rag, meet Mr Bull.
"What did you just say?", I seethe, as she walks off, nose in the air. She gets a little further away, turns and looks at me down her nose again. I can feel the pressure rising in me like a boiling kettle. By this time, Josh is laughing at this funny old lady and the fact his dad's about to explode. I finish paying and rush out to the car. As soon as I leave the store mrs fatiain spots me and knows something is wrong. I tell her what happened and load number one son and shopping into the car.
"I'm not having that" I seethe again. "Calm down dear" says mrs fatiain trying to calm me down a bit. I stomp back into Tesco and out the corner of my eye catch the said old bird at the frist check-out. "How dare you speak to me like that in front of my son?" "Well what do you expect, hitting him like that?" "And how dare you question my parenting skills?" "What parenting skills?"
Well that just pushed the wrong buttons with me and I very nearly lost it. Especially as she started to call for security and the store manager (Well I was being rather loud). I think I apologised to the poor lass on the till at this point and when the security guard turned up, I apologised to him and walked out.
Cold air, adrenelin and me obviously don't mix well and as I stepped out, a second wave of fury hit me. I turned on my heel for round two to see her coming out the store flanked by 2 security guards.
"Do you know me?" "What gives you the right to question what I do to discipline my children?", she countered with a weak "Well what's he doing out at this time of night anyway, he should be in bed"
Over my shoulder I heard "we've had a family emergency tonight, that's why he's not in bed yet" (Thanks mrs f!). AT this point one of the security guards winked at me and gave me a knowing smile. "I think I'd like to go to my car now" she said so I called her a "detestable old witch" and drove home for a beer.
I *think* that's the angriest I've been, ever as anyone who knows me knows I dote on my kids and as I didn't swear once, I must've been fuming.
