What possessed me? What possessed my toddler?

What in God name possessed me to try and convince Francesco to walk on his own from the daycare to the car today is beyond me.

Let just say it was not pretty and it required 3 glasses of wine to calm me down in the end.

So there we are, getting ready to leave the daycare at the usual time in the usual manner. Nicolo patiently and quietly sits in the stroller while the whole scene unfolds. Francesco places himself between me and the stroller and impedes my forward progression. All the while yelling wait, wait, help, help. This is his way of saying hold me.

Now, normally I oblige this request due to the fact I just don't have the time. I didn't have the time today either but I was being adventurous. This is all due to the fact that I have witnessed with my own two eye Francesco's ability to follow commands. The teacher at daycare will tell him to throw his applesauce cup away, put the spoon in the sink and wash his hands. I saw him do exactly that when he was asked. I looked at her and she say "don't let him fool ya".

So I believed in my tiny little mind that I could reason with a 2 year old and convince him it was better to walk to the car than be carried by Mommy. Big mistake, huge mistake!

Let me paint the picture:

(First I must say we have to pass through the Administrative Office's of the Hospital I work for to get to and from the Daycare)

2 year old screaming at the top of his lungs, all red in the face with tears running down his cheeks, clinging to my legs, head thrown back, repeating Help, Help, Wait, Wait!

The big bad mean Mommy trying to continue forward progression pushing the stroller while dragging the screaming toddler.

(Mind you I stop numerous time to comfort, reassure and "reason" with him, a little begging get thrown in there too.)

Nicolo quietly hanging out in the stroller.

Multiple people I know asking if I need help. I say no, I am trying to get him to walk on his own. These people have toddlers and all understand.

As we progress I am 3/4 of the way to the door, the light at the end of the tunnel, I figure if I can just get him outside he can scream all he wants.

Then all of the sudden everyone is out of their offices, in the hallway and offering help, asking whats wrong, glaring at my screaming kid.

I broke, I pick him up and as soon as I did he turned it off like a light switch.

That made me even more frustrated, he turned it off that quick. I was so embarrassed, mortified is more like it. To top it all off I am now back to square one. I don't think I have the cajones to go through that again. I am ready to shell out the dough for a double stroller so I can strap him into it and run out the door with him.

I know so people will say, just carry him but I have a few reason why I can't.

1. I am trying to teach him to walk on his own, he insist on doing everything else on his own.

2. I have already been treated once for rotator cuff tendonitist and the symptom have recently returned, I am beggin for a cortisone injection if I don't get it under control.

3. I have another child to tend to who can't walk let alone sit up on his own yet, at least he has an excuse.

Please send me all the advise you got, dig out of the attic, dust it off and send it my way. I will take it all!

Stay tuned.