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Now I Remember!

Tonight I was reminded why we almost never take the kids out to eat. 

My parents are in town for the weekend, and my mom and I got a wee bit carried away this afternoon perusing model homes for decorating ideas (she’s redecorating, not me, although I’ll just tell you that nothing will cause you to covet like perusing model homes, so I don’t recommend it as a regular activity) and got home too late to cook the pot roast I had/have in the fridge. 

All that to say, we decided tonight would be a good night to go out for dinner. 

BIG MISTAKE.

Let’s see.  How can I sum up my dinner experience succinctly?  How ’bout this.  I’d rather endure a root canal without novocaine that take my almost-two-year-old-who-is-already-the-poster-child-for-the-Terrible-Twos out to eat at a sit-down restaurant again. 

And I bet the rest of the patrons who were present during our dinner outing this evening would probably rather endure a root canal without novocaine than to eat in the same restaurant as my almost-two-year-old-who-is-already-the-poster-child-for-the-Terrible-Twos ever again.

She was THAT loud.

Let’s just say that I don’t think we’ll be eating out with the kids again at least until the Terrible Twos are behind us.  Of course, after that come the Tyrannical Threes and the Ferocious Fours, so maybe we should just put our dining out on hold indefinitely.

I think I’ll remember this time.

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10 Responses

  1. I agree with southernfriedgirl….at least you know she’s loud!! When I used to wait tables, I didn’t understand some parents…they seemed to think it was totally fine for a child to scream for 3 hours straight while they ignored him/her.

  2. Oh, we MUST torture ourselves and take our little ones out together sometime. Last night in between high pitched top of his lungs shrieks Gray knocked over a heavy chair, threw crayons, my keys, and a drink across the table, and sent two balloons up to the tall ceiling at the restaurant we dared to take the kids to. And that was before the food even arrived. Ah, anyway.

    Steph

  3. Bean does okay eating out… because we do it so much and have been since she was tiny tiny. BUT. OH HOW WE LOVE TO GET A SITTER, JUST FOR 90 MINUTES OR SO, AND GO OUT BY OURSELVES AND EAT IN PEACE. 🙂 I do feel your pain, ma’am. I do.

  4. My husband does land acquisition for a large national homebuilder and MANY of our weekends are spent “testing the market” by going through model homes in various areas. Sometimes it makes me feel down about our house until I realize that our house is LIVED in! I’d much rather take my house with the sometimes made beds, overflowing sink and dog hair over the museum-like model homes any day!

  5. I wonder if we have the same child? Lydia is 20 months. Two nights ago I held her ALL THROUGHOUT dinner because she was terrified of her uncle. And let the entire restaurant know by screaming bloody murder. What is up with that?!

  6. I know what you mean. We also took our children out over the weekend and it was quite a waste of money as they didn’t even touch their food. Behavior was okay, considerably.

  7. we could never go out with Five until he was about three, he was THAT bad in restaurants. It was awful, but he finally got past it.