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CAN ONLY END IN DISASTER
of course.
also? it must mean my parents are in town. when relatives come to visit my kids get so excited. it’s not seeing my parents or even their presents they are most thrilled about. it’s that they get to do something they never get to do.
eat in an actual restaurant.
the husband and i don’t ever take our kids out to eat. my reasoning for this is two-fold. 1. when i go out to eat, i’d kind of like to enjoy myself. eating out is like a little gift. it’s a meal i don’t have to cook. or clean. i really don’t want to be chasing after a child, or taking one to the bathroom, or fighting with one to actually eat the meal he ordered. i want to sit back and relax. and 2. the people around me are there for the exact same reason. they want to sit back and relax. the last thing they want is Isabella’s head popping up over the bench singing an Enchanted song.
when the grandparents are in town, we break all our rules and take them out. we are CRAAAAZY. we let Isabella wear her snow white costume to a big crowded restaurant. and we let her order a giant chocolate milk shake. and we let her drink it. and we let her spill it all. over. the. floor. and all over herself. and the people beside us.
ahem.
yes.
and that is why we NEVER take them to restaurants.
well, we DO take them to Tim Horton’s on Sunday mornings for donuts, but that doesn’t count. the rest of the world is still sleeping at 8:30 in the morning on the weeekend…so i don’t really care if they run around like lunatics.
