Friday, September 17, 2010

To eat or not to eat...damn...Gael ate all the garbanzo beans in my salad

For everyone that has "esquinkles" (pip squeaks, rug rats, crumb snatchers, you know), getting ready to go out to a restaurant is not only a long process but an obstacle course of changing diapers, brushing hair, making sure they are not ashy, clean clothes and then figuring out if you should wear the "good" sweat jacket or a different jacket --only to realize that you haven't bought yourself a jacket and rainy season is coming up. Oh crap! FYI, I took the rebozo to cover the fact that I need a better bra....this could go on people! But the eyeliner was in place my ladies.

As we sat in the restaurant, my 3 year old is climbing up and down my lap as I am trying to eat and my sister is trying to get her 3 year old to sit down and eat. I look across the table and my husband is sitting there calmly enjoying his meal. How do I channel his calm way of being? If going to a restaurant is a luxury, why did we bring the kids? Why is there always a beverage spilt on the table, why am I always eating my food cold...

I mention to my sister that next year to celebrate her birthday we invest in a babysitter and the adults can enjoy a meal and an actual conversation with complete sentences and if I should get food on my clothes it is because of my own doing. But who am I kidding? If the kids were not there, I would want them to be there. They do make life a little more interesting.

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