DD1 (almost 3) has recently discovered that one of the few things DH and I can't control is her sleep. So she now wakes up at 5am and refuses to nap (which needless to say creates a bear). I ran to target with DD1 and DD2 (5 months) for some needed things for a wedding we have this weekend. The whole trip quickly deteriorated when I told DD1 she needed to wait to visit the toy aisle until we got all the things we need. She melted down to a purple faced, flying snot, screaming bloody murder demon child as I tried to get the things we need. She thrashed around in the cart and every person we passed have me a look of either pity or WTH. We made it out of the store and while I was clicking DD2 in the car (and DD1 continued carrying on on the cart) the cart started to roll away until a complete stranger stopped it and brought her back (still screaming). I felt so humiliated about the whole situation and such a shitty parent not really sure what I'm looking fo in this post but just feeling really low at the moment