Two-Year-Olds: The Best Birth Control
Yesterday morning Genevieve and I took Noodles, our cat, to the vet for a check-up. We had to use a particular vet for this visit due to the adoption agreement and this vet is over a half-hour drive from us.
The trip to the vet wasn't so bad. Except that Noodles managed to break out of her carrier and wanted to sit in my lap, on the steering wheel, or on the dashboard in front of me for the rest of the ride. That, and Genevieve being in a cranky mood and whining off and on.
The check-up was relatively uneventful, except for Genevieve insisted on being held the entire time (have I mentioned that she weighs over 30 pounds now???) and wanted to be shown the same things over and over again. I put her down so I could pay for the visit and the tantrum began. The tantrum continued off and on for the next EIGHT HOURS. She screamed for me to pick her up and I would calmly tell her that she was too heavy to hold all of the time. She would screech and wail for me to pick her up again. Ah, I just love the looks I get from people when she's like this in public. We were finally able to leave and I put Genevieve back in the car seat for what I knew would be a delightful ride home. At least she stopped screaming about me picking her up. She was now screaming about being let out of the car seat.
I managed to stuff the hole in the cat carrier with a towel. This kept Noodles from getting out for almost a full 10 minutes. The good news is that Genevieve had now stopped screaming about being let out of the car seat. The bad news is that she had stopped being coherent at all and was just squealing and screeching in the most annoyingly high-pitched wail that you can possible imagine. I will admit it. At this point and time I lost my cool and screamed at her to shut up. My nerves had had it. Fortunately I don't think she heard me over her own wailing, or at least it had no effect on it one way or the other. For the rest of the ride home I turned up the music to the just below permanent ear damage level and did my best to ignore Genevieve.
We got home at 11:30. Genevieve was supposed to have a play date at 12:00. I told Genevieve that if she didn't stop screaming I was going to cancel her play date. I cancelled her play date. I made Genevieve lunch. I told Genevieve that she could either eat it and go to bed or she could just go to bed. She just went to bed.
The rest of the day wasn't as bad but she did end up being sent to bed an hour early that night. Genevieve can be a wonderful, sweet, hilarious child, and probably is most of the time. She can also come this close to becoming the youngest child to be sent off to boarding school.
The trip to the vet wasn't so bad. Except that Noodles managed to break out of her carrier and wanted to sit in my lap, on the steering wheel, or on the dashboard in front of me for the rest of the ride. That, and Genevieve being in a cranky mood and whining off and on.
The check-up was relatively uneventful, except for Genevieve insisted on being held the entire time (have I mentioned that she weighs over 30 pounds now???) and wanted to be shown the same things over and over again. I put her down so I could pay for the visit and the tantrum began. The tantrum continued off and on for the next EIGHT HOURS. She screamed for me to pick her up and I would calmly tell her that she was too heavy to hold all of the time. She would screech and wail for me to pick her up again. Ah, I just love the looks I get from people when she's like this in public. We were finally able to leave and I put Genevieve back in the car seat for what I knew would be a delightful ride home. At least she stopped screaming about me picking her up. She was now screaming about being let out of the car seat.
I managed to stuff the hole in the cat carrier with a towel. This kept Noodles from getting out for almost a full 10 minutes. The good news is that Genevieve had now stopped screaming about being let out of the car seat. The bad news is that she had stopped being coherent at all and was just squealing and screeching in the most annoyingly high-pitched wail that you can possible imagine. I will admit it. At this point and time I lost my cool and screamed at her to shut up. My nerves had had it. Fortunately I don't think she heard me over her own wailing, or at least it had no effect on it one way or the other. For the rest of the ride home I turned up the music to the just below permanent ear damage level and did my best to ignore Genevieve.
We got home at 11:30. Genevieve was supposed to have a play date at 12:00. I told Genevieve that if she didn't stop screaming I was going to cancel her play date. I cancelled her play date. I made Genevieve lunch. I told Genevieve that she could either eat it and go to bed or she could just go to bed. She just went to bed.
The rest of the day wasn't as bad but she did end up being sent to bed an hour early that night. Genevieve can be a wonderful, sweet, hilarious child, and probably is most of the time. She can also come this close to becoming the youngest child to be sent off to boarding school.
posted by Carrie @ 2:48 PM
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