Perspective
Yesterday was one of those days when I wake up and don’t sit down until it’s time for bed.
Get boys to school
Finish tagging jewelry
Load truck with boutique display
Set up at boutique
DRIVE
Do photo shoot at studio
DRIVE
Back to boutique to finish display
DRIVE
This brings me to the part where I feed my family. Kelly D. was shooting a reception, so it’s just me and the boys (or da boyz) and since we’re on the opposite end of the valley from home, we decide to hit V.I. (you know, Village Inn) My friend Erin lives in that end of the world, so she brought her three kids and met me and my three kids at the restaurant.
We’re sitting in side by side booths, me and my crew in one, her and her crew in the other. The sounds from the Sansom booth went something like this, Please don’t saw the table with your knife. Beck, don’t drink the syrup. Stop hitting your brother! Why are you ripping up the menu? Use your inside voice, please.
The sounds coming from my friends booth consisted of crayons on paper, breathing, and that ‘ching’ sound that happens when her kids look at each other and the light gleams from their teeth when they flash the angelic smiles.
So, my thought is that Erin needs to teach a parenting class.
Near the end of our meal, I offer The Fish a dollar to consume a spoonful of Tobasco sauce. Why? Well, because it was sitting on the table. I know this kid and he’ll do anything for money, so he agrees and I’m entertained for a minute while his face turns the color of a tomato and his eyes begin to water. My amusement ends when he starts to give the universal sign for I’mGoingToVomit. There goes $3.49.
While The Fish is losing his dinner in the bathroom (actually it was pancakes, but that’s not important) Beck is playing with the Tobasco sauce and spills some on the table. Tate touches this mess and then rubs his eyes.
So now we’ve got Tobasco sauce in the eye emergency. Right then the waiter appears and asks if there’s anything else he can get for us. “Um, yes please. Glass of water and a stack of napkins…. STAT.”
What was happening in my friend’s booth all this time? Kids eating their meals without mess or incident, a bit of laughing at my little circus, pleasant dinner time chit-chat, and I think they might have joined hands and sang Kumbayah, but I can’t be sure, I was a little busy.
But in retrospect, some of this might have been my fault.
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Put this in the posts that aren’t crap section, like at the top. It’s one of the best ever.
My poor grandkids. I think you should give them all a dollar!
Um, yes. it was your fault, but think of how entertaining you were to the old people in the restaurant watching you. So funny and OW, poor eye/poor tongue.
Okay, I’ve been reading your blog faithfully for about a year and a half, and this is the first time I have dared to comment. (No, you don’t know me, and quite frankly I have no idea who you are either. Except I feel like I do because you’ve been one of my main sources of entertainment for quite a while now.) Anyhow, this post was HILARIOUS! Kumbayah — pure gold!!
My booth could rival your booth. Let’s have a showdown at the local VI one day.
And sign me up for that parenting class from Erin, by the way.
You forgot in your list, loose track of time and frantically call Melanie to pick up the boys from school! I wish that you hadn’t shown up so quickly. Josh and I were having awesome conversations. Love that kid!
Well, most of us have had those days but Momma, you caused the big ruckus, why, cause you’re still just a big kid yourself! That’s one of the things your boys love about you and will always remember. (No more criticism about me letting Kelly ride around the block in the trunk.) LM
Hey Kelly! I can totally relate! I went to Erin’s once and had to leave the kids in the car because I was too afraid of what they would do! Meanwhile, her youngest quietly got her crayons and coloring book out and barely made a peep the whole time!! That never happens at my house!!
First of all, Kelly – You do not give yourself enough credit. I mean seriously: who puts on a “Cafe” for their kids? Who takes pictures of dead rats for their kids? Who gives and gives and gives of herself, FOR HER KIDS? Who takes the time to soak in the precious tender moments and writes about some of them for all of us not so great moms to give us a lesson of what is important? I could go on and ON. I can also say, that was the absolutely most fun I have EVER had at Village Inn. I am blessed with fairly mellow well behaved kids. HOWEVER – we have not gone many places with all of our kids together. Follow me into a shoe store one time. Something about the way the isles are set up makes my kids think it is time for a track and field event.
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