Toddlers and trantrums

For sometime now my mother has been telling me to document my daily goings on with my son. As it didn't seem enough already to be knitting as much as possible plus having bipolar, yes I have a toddler!
A toddler with attitude!
He is only 15 months old and has just learnt to walk and talk but this has not stopped him beginning his terrible 2's early.
His world evolves around cats, he can spot one a mile off. As a parent you wait with great anticipation of your child's first words. Will it be mummy, dada not our son his first word was cat. Our cat is tormented and chased everywhere, but thankfully is very patient and loves our son very much, so much so he sleeps next to the baby monitor. Anyway I dygress. I wish to tell you about last Tuesday's troubles.

As previously I explained that I've been a bit depressed recently and my mental health team requested an urgent blood test. My husband works at the hospital and the bus goes straight to the hospital from the bottom of our road. Perfect! Not to be.

Started with son eating a penny that morning after having us up all night. I was unsure of it being a penny at the time because a fished one out of his mouth yet the grinding noise continued then stopped, but I felt the morning was successful as I managed to blow dry my hair, so off we go.

Got on bus and fine, got out of bus stop, not fine! The screaming started, when my son screams he really screams it's ear piecing. I try bribery with kit kats, drinks and biscuits none of which is working. He is now stiff like a star in his foot muff and has started holding breath. I have to get him out. Instantly he stops and sit on my lap bonus, 5 mins later he starts wanting to stand up on my lap more screaming. I give in and hold him tight while he wiggles around. Driver slammed the brakes on and the empty pushchair goes flying. In the middle of all this a bus went past with the picture of a cat on it so he began screaming "cat" and jumping up and down on my lap. Needless to say I got off the bus a few stops early and the minute I did he went to sleep after another screaming fit to put him back in the pushchair!

I arrived at the hospital, I really must of looked like shit because my husband stopped work and straight away said I will run you home. After my test it was nearly time to take infant to nursery so we decided to go straight there, after another battle to get him in his car seat. We were off and drop off complete.

I went home to relax and abandoned all housework for sleep. I nested down on the sofa with a blanket and the sun swung round into the the window and on me it was wonderful.

Then the phone rang

"Arthur's been sick, can you pick him up"

I wasn't going to admit it was because of the penny most likely so I made my excuses and left. He was perfectly fine and pushing around on a walker.

That was Tuesday