March 8, 2023
As we entered the establishment, I noticed you glancing over at us, my lively 7- and 4-year-olds colliding with servers and monopolizing the already cramped aisle. Meanwhile, my fussy 8-month-old was whining for his bottle, despite having eaten just prior to our departure.
I caught the exchanged glances between you, the unmistakable look that said, “Oh great, kids.” Your jaws tightened as you straightened in your seats, undoubtedly preparing to stifle your irritation while trying to enjoy your meals amidst the inevitable chaos erupting from our table.
I couldn’t help but notice the slight grimace on your faces when my 4-year-old threw a tantrum because my 7-year-old claimed the chair next to their father—something he had declared long before we even arrived at the restaurant. Your eyes rolled as my 8-month-old launched his pacifier, rattle, and every item on our table onto the floor, with my older boys rushing to “help,” resulting in a comical yet chaotic tumble.
You exhaled sharply when my 7-year-old requested a third Shirley Temple, and we declined, leading to a five-minute saga of whining and foot stomping. I saw your heads shake disapprovingly as my 4-year-old yelled for “just one more piece” of bread and butter after he had previously declared he wanted none.
Then, the pièce de résistance: my 8-month-old’s projectile vomit, a mixture that surely made your stomach turn. I truly saw you, the couple who looked on in disgust at my children. And let me assure you, I’m right there with you.
These kids can be a handful, filled with complaints and an astonishing lack of volume control. I’m thoroughly exhausted. Perhaps you misinterpreted my attempt to sit at your table, thinking I’d mistakenly returned from the restroom. I can only surmise that’s why you hastily moved your belongings to occupy the one available chair.
Maybe you thought I was joking when I suggested we share a drink—be it a Redheaded Slut or a Cement Mixer. I was dead serious. I even half-joked about selling one, or all, of my kids on the street if they continued to whine about their macaroni and cheese being “too cheesy.”
You may have thought me too curious when I inquired about how you secured a night out—was it a babysitter or something more elaborate? I was desperate to know your secret. And when I dipped my finger into your dessert and playfully proposed we escape together for some mischief, I meant it.
To the couple who stared with disdain at my kids, know that I am hanging by a thread, yearning for a night where the only mess I deal with is my own. I would trade anything for a reprieve from my current reality, where chaos reigns supreme.
If only there were a way to whisk me away for a brief escape… Anywhere would do.
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In summary, while my children may be loud and rambunctious, I’m equally overwhelmed and seeking some semblance of normalcy. The chaos is real, and I appreciate your understanding as I navigate this wild journey of parenting.
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