So, today I was looking for something free and inside-air-conditioned to do with Connor, so I took him to the local library. We waited outside for the library to open and Connor found another toddler boy to play with. So far, we were having a great time. The library opened and we went inside. Connor was amused with the kids section, but couldn't really sit still to read a book with Mommy. That was fine. Then, he started running down the stacks away from me. I grabbed him and told him that was not okay. For awhile, he was cool again in the kids section. Then, he started to seem really crabby, so I decided it was time to leave. I picked him up along with the DVDs and books that I wanted to check out. We started to walk up front because I needed to get a library card. Well, Connor was not having being held by Mommy. He started to fuss. I told him no. He fussed more and got louder. I tried to bribe him with a fruit leather. That worked for about 5 seconds. Then Connor BOLTS from where we're standing in line. The sympathetic mom behind me told me that she's save my place. I ran after him, but before I found him I hear this scream. Connor had run to the quiet adult (read: grumpy library types) section and had bumped his head before I got there. He's so fast these days! Well, now he was screaming/crying at the top of his lungs in the middle of the library. Everyone was looking at me like I was the worst mom in the world. I truly wanted to crawl under a rock and die. I managed to comfort Connor enough to get him to stop crying, and finally got our freaking library card (while continuing to endure looks that could kill). Eventually, we made it to the car where I looked for any sharp implement I could poke myself with. Finding none, we proceeded home.
Conclusion: PARENTING SUCKS THE DIGNITY OUT OF YOUR LIFE.