Total Meltdown

Remind me to never again judge a mom with screaming kids in the store. We have officially joined the ranks of those women that I, in the past, found myself secretly scrutinizing for letting their kids act like spoiled monsters in public.
The morning started off normal enough; breakfast, clothes, car ride to story time at Barnes and Nobles.
B managed to stay quiet and on the bench with the other kids for the majority of the 20 min. we were there listening to the books being read. There were a few times where she tried to take a book from another kid but I quickly jumped in, told her to share, and she obliged...no biggie.
When 10:30 rolled around and she was showing signs of needing a nap, I told her we were going to grab an ice water from the front Starbucks counter and head home. So, we walked to the front, ordered our drinks and then proceeded to play out every parents worse nightmare.
She kept laying on the floor, blocking other customers, she wouldn't get up, didn't want her water, refused to listen. Finally I said "OK, no water get up we're going to the car." Ha, right. So I had to carry her over my shoulder kicking and screaming all while trying to hold onto the car seat, the diaper bag and an iced coffee.
People kept giving me these "poor mommy" looks. I just smiled and beelined the best I could for the door.
We managed to make it to the car. Phew...psyche
As soon as I put both kids down to open the car, B takes a sprint back down the sidewalk towards the door. So I chased after her, dragged her back to the car, sat on her flailing body to buckle her into her car seat. Then we drove home, the whole 10 minute ride with her screaming, and hyperventilating about how she wanted to get down and go back.
Somehow I manged to keep my cool and laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation more than anything.
So, I apologize to all the strangers that I've ever looked at in similar situations and condescendingly thought "if only they would do x, y, or z". Or "Man, my kids would never act like that in public."
I also apologize to the staff and customers at B&N. Because although the majority of the screaming didn't start until we had made it to the parking lot, thanks to big open windows and my car parked right in front of them, they all got a nice view of the debacle of trying to get the monster into the car.

Damn you terrible two's, damn you.