FMLOr should the title say "How we made every one at NB shoe store glad they have a regular ed kid." Yesterday we took Pudd'n shoe shopping even though we just got him shoes six months ago. The kid is growing like a weed and I wanted to make sure he had proper shoes.
Shoe shopping has never been easy, he's always hated it; but yesterday he took it to a new level.
He got very violent in the store.
If he wasn't yelling & hitting his head he was hitting my back (as I was trying to get his shoe on & off) or hitting Steve in the head.
The sales girl was great. She got us in & out with in five minutes.
Five of the longest minutes of my life (and I'm sure every one else in the store).
I left the store in tears and cried most of the way home.
When we got home I discovered that GP got all pissy we didn't take him with us and got up on the kitchen counter. He ate a 9 x 13 dish of roasted tomatoes, onions and garlic I had cooling up there. Last night we had to lock Satan's Little Helper in Pudd'ns room and leave the sliding door open so GP could get out so he could squirt liquid out of his ass. I wasn't in the mood to wake up to piles of oooy gooy dog shit in my living room.
Tomorrow school starts and I'm actually looking forward to it.