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It’s Official, the Tot is a runner!

Tantrum TotI think I have finally come to the place where I can’t take the Tantrum Tot (2) out in public alone, at least not for a while.  I am getting tired very quickly with this latest pregnancy and am having trouble holding him while trying to get anything else accomplished.

Hubby and I took a trip to the mall, just the two of us and the Tot today, leaving the two older boys at home. The Tot was happy for a while because we were riding the “choochoo,” a children train that rides around the mall, one that you can hire out for parties or events.  The Tot loves choo choo’s these days so he was a happy camper.

The problem began when we were through with the choo choo and he decided it was time to “let’s go go” and took off running ahead of us through the mall.  Hubby was able to keep up (sort of) as I waddled more slowly behind.  At this point all I wanted to accomplish was buying some flip-flops for the older boys at Old Navy. Not possible–not without splitting up.

Hubby took the Tot into Barnes and Nobles to (if you guessed play with the choo choo’s you would be correct), while I went into Old Navy.  While standing in a long line with an arm full of flip-flops it hit me.  There was no way in the world I would have been able to stand in line, take out my wallet, and then purchase my items had Hubby not taken the Tot to the bookstore.

The second I let go of him HE RUNS. If I take my hand off him to pull out my wallet he starts running like a madman in the opposite direction of anywhere I need him to be.  I have had to run off of many lines after him, only to attempt to get back in line again.  Most days items get left behind while I pick him up like a football under my arm and wrestle him back to the van.  All the while I might add he is kicking me and screaming like I am pulling out a rib.

My oldest would hide from me in the stores when he was little and cause me to meltdown and have panic attacks, my 8 year old, however, was also a runner–but not THIS BAD!

Now the house is all quiet, I am still tired from trip to the mall that occurred more than 8 hours ago, AND I am not sleeping because without my Melatonin (no Melatonin while I’m pregnant) I cannot sleep!  The insomnia is back–where the hell is my Calgon?

Jeannie Davide-Rivera

Jeannie is an award-winning author, the Answers.com Autism Category Expert, contributes to Autism Parenting Magazine, and the Thinking Person's Guide to Autism. She lives in New York with her husband and four sons, on the autism spectrum.