Mini Meltdown

I’m going to be vulnerable right now, and I'm going to write about my mini meltdown today. My day started off at 7:45am, when I was startled out of bed by Ava's screaming, who by the way was fine... she just wanted to let me know that she was up and going to be in charge the whole day! I then decided that since I was already up and was looking at a long day, might as well start cleaning and get things out of the way. In between cleaning each room and laundry I was able to give Ava her breakfast, and 2 snacks. She seemed okay so far... I really should have prepared myself...
After I finished with everything I got Ava ready (bathed, read 2 books, had a conversation about what a good girl she was going to be, and dressed her in her cutest outfit) she seemed good! She let me get ready without any problems and she entertained herself by playing with her doll. We left the house and went to Target to buy a birthday present and she was still doing great! she didn't cry for any toys, she smiled at everyone who complimented her outfit and she even threw me a bone by asking for a kiss.
We got to Susan's house and to my surprise she greeted both Susan and Sophie with a warm smile (she usually cries and her head starts spinning). We left for the party and everything was perfect on the ride over.
We finally got to the party and everything seemed okay...
Everything was okay until the games started. Her attitude began to change and I knew it was only a matter of time before the tantrum would show up.
First she got upset because I wouldn't let her get in the pool, then she got mad because I wouldn't let her have my coke, then she was mad because a baby wouldn't share his Mickey with her, then she wanted all of duckies that were part of a game all the kids were playing, and finally, she lost her mind when it was time to get out of the bouncy house because there was a good chance one or all of the big kids would trample her and kill her.
I was mortified! I was stared at and I was judged and I couldn't do a damn thing but hold the tears back, all while Ava screamed, shouted, swung, kicked, and threw. She screamed in my ear, she shouted at people that tried to make her feel better, she swung at my face when I picked her up, she kicked me when I tried to put her in the stroller and she threw my $400 Chanel glasses into the street! Did I mention that it was a thousand degrees?
As soon as I got into my car I had the meltdown. I cried, sobbed and cried some more. I called Andy and told him about my day and cried some more.
It took me a couple of hours to calm down and reflect. I realized that what happened was completely normal and that I was actually way too harsh on myself. I was the one judging me. I did everything I was suppose to do... I made sure she was comfortable; I made sure she was never hungry and I made sure she was safe. Still I couldn't avoid the tantrum that is so normal at her age.