We went out to eat with the kids last night. It’s a brave activity to attempt, I admit. For all the hassle that it is, I still say it’s better than having to cook and wash dishes. Usually, though, we go to a buffet. That way the kids don’t have to sit around while the food is prepared. Because the more little kids sit around, the more mess they’re going to make and the crazier it’s going to get. Experienced mom tip: the sooner you can stuff their face, the better.
This time, we went to a sit-down restaurant. And it was crazy. My hands were everywhere except with the plate in front of me. I was trying to keep Buzz from climbing over the median on this side and offering Abby bites that she kept refusing on that side. What I did get in her mouth, she’d inevitably spit on the floor. Then, while I picked up Abby’s crayons for the upteenth time, Buzz was busy coloring the table. Food was flying. It was chaos. It was nonstop. It was manic.
It was a shining example of my life these days.
On the way home I remarked to J, “That was A LOT of work.”
“Yes. Yes, it was.”, he agreed.
Then we came home. Where I had to argue with Jedi to get him to help pick up toys. Abby kicked and screamed as I put on her pajamas. Buzz fought bedtime with all his might. I didn’t get a chance to breathe until almost 11 o’clock, at which time all I could of to do was go to bed.
Yes, it was. It is. A lot of work.