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Thursday, June 27, 2013

How to Survive a Nice Dinner Out with Four Children (Alternate title: CAN'T WE BE CLASSY JUST ONE FREAKING TIME?!)


Here is the scenario: A gorgeous mother of four darling children is celebrating her thirty-fourth birthday.  Dad is a skilled short-order cook, but is currently unable to commit to the preparation and presentation of a proper birthday meal. The decision is made to dine at a restaurant to commemorate this historic event.  It will happen something like this.



1. Mom will have a hella hard week.  Probably she is exhausted because it's the second official week of summer and her kids are driving her absolutely bananas with their excitement, constant flutter of Summer Bucket List activity, and general non-stop bickering. She will be asked where she wants to eat eleventy billion times by a well-meaning husband, and finally realize that all she really wants is for someone else to make a decision and take the initiative so she doesn't have to.  This lasts until she disagrees with the decisions and initiatives taken, and realizes that all along she really, really, really wanted to eat at her (formerly unbeknownst) favorite Italian place in the whole entire world.

Interior of the actual restaurant, courtesy of
the Internets.
2. All day Mom will look forward to a nice dinner out.  She will be singing the Happy Dinner Out song that goes something like this: *insert joyful dance* Don't have to cook toniiiiiiight! *twirl* Don't have to clean uuuuuuuppppp! *leap* Someone else has to refill ALL THE DRINKS! *jazz hands*

3. Mom knows that this restaurant is very popular, and does not want to wait 45 minutes for a table with four children. She has several minor anxiety attacks about getting there at the exact right moment to avoid any kind of wait.  In the parking lot she will sprint from the car (leaving hubby behind to get the kids inside alone)(because it's her birthday and she's allowed to) only to wind up behind another party of six who got the last indoor table available for at least twenty minutes. No biggie; sure, they can totally eat outside. (Total disclosure: maybe Mom accepts this change of plans with a touch of passive aggressive disappointment showing on her face.)(Because apparently the hostess has a magic power that will spontaneously open up a full restaurant if Mom looks a little upset with the seating arrangement.)

4.  Outside the seating is fully shaded, but two round tables have been shoved "together" to make a table of six.  This is awkward, but the five year old will both distract Mom from her disappointment at the seating and announce the families' presence to all the other patrons with her observation of the statuary.  "MAMA!  WHY IS THAT STATUE NAKED? I CAN SEE IT'S TUSH!"


5. Once settled, the two year old will take one look at those reading the menu and declare "chicken" four thousand times in a row.  Mom doesn't mind the first two thousand, because with his speech problems, the word chicken is the result of $10,000 worth of therapy months of hard work. Once the two year old is assured that Mom and Dad and his three sisters and everyone in a twenty foot radius fully understands that he wants CHICKEN, he will move on with his next request: APPLESAUCE.


6.  Everyone will choose salad as their starter (because it is hot and you are eating outside and soup just won't do today) and four out of five will choose the House Ranch which is apparently like the nectar of the gods.  The kiddos will think nothing of dipping their fingers in the dressing and licking it off because why chance that some of that salad dressing might be tainted by the taste of lettuce?

7. While waiting for the main course a musician will begin setting up shop five feet from the table.  The children will all be fascinated, which is awesome, because the homemade bread is taking it's sweet time to journey from the kitchen to the bellies.  As the musician (a middle-aged man) is setting up a synthesizer, microphone, and a mandolin he will smile and wave at the kiddos repeatedly, leaving them delighted and Mom wondering if he ever babysits on the side.  And also if that's a creepy and dangerous thing to consider.

The five year old cannot wait for the music to begin, and spends time wondering what songs this man might deliver.  Will it be *she starts singing*


Here we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we’ll fight 'til it’s over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can’t hold us
Like the ceiling can’t hold us 

"Because that is totally mom's jam!" While hubby gives Mom the stank eye for exposing the children to great music, Mom argues in song,

Raise those hands, this is our my party
We came here to live life like nobody was watching.

8. It's a good thing nobody is watching because if they were they would see bizniss get real when the food is delivered.  Hubby will regale the kids with his reenactment of the mouse chef from Ratatouille as he tastes his dish. The two year old will freak the heck out every.single.time. a breeze blows and the sunshade billows toward the table at which he is sitting.  He is probably convinced the wall is moving and is going to kill his Mama.  The eight year old food allergy kid will unwrap her foil covered hot dog and everyone will giggle when they see she wrapped it tighter than Fort Knox because apparently everyone at a classy Italian joint is going to be tempted to steal a Hebrew National fresh from the microwave and she is just protecting her property

9. The real magic will happen when all the girlies have to use the facilities.  One might think they have experienced all the trauma that can occur with taking little ones to a public restroom, and have taken precautions with the following rules:

     1. Do not talk about Mom's underpants.
     2. Do not ask if Mom is "doing a 1 or a 2".
     3. Do not comment on the sounds or smells coming from other stalls.
     4. Do not peak under the stall to "visit" our neighbor.

But having those rules in place will do nothing to prepare one for a comment from the child squished in a tiny stall with Mom who might have just discovered a new way to describe certain parental southern landscaping.

Oh.my.lanta. 

Oh, and Happy Birthday. 

15 comments:

  1. HAHA! Great story equals a great birthday!!! Happy belated!

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    1. Thanks, Jenn! Just you wait, Tink will be old enough soon to make like reeeeaaaallly interesting when you go out ;-)

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  2. HA HA HA HA HA!!!! hearing it this second time, with more details, just CRACKED ME UP!!! Oh, can I relate...but you just have the knack to make it sound HI-lARIOUS!!! You're awesome!!

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    1. Thanks, Megan! We had a great time the other day, BTW.

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  3. Happy Birthday! It sounds like you had a great birthday dinner haha!

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    1. Thanks, Iva! It *was* a great birthday dinner; expectations need to change a bit when the kiddos are involved, right?

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  4. LOL The title of this post alone had me cracking up. Happy Birthday. :) I think any mother can relate. We are going out for my birthday tonight. I am sure I am in for a treat.

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    1. Thanks, Courtney! And Happy Birthday to you! I hope you night was as good as mine ;-)

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  5. JAZZ HANDS!! You should have thrown a hitch-kick in there, too. The last picture of Joshua from Project Runway is hilarious! It's even funnier if you've watched the show. Happy Day to you!

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    1. Since you wrote JAZZ HANDS I am picturing you doing them. Which is awesome, so thanks for that. Tell your man Happy Belated from me :)

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  6. Lol!!! Number 6 is totally my kids!!

    Happy birthday!!

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    1. I haven't figured out if it's a "kid thing" or a "midwestern kid thing". We loves us some ranch!

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  7. I literally cannot stop laughing. I want to take you all out to dinner.

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    1. Next time we are down south, I'm totally looking you up. We will feast like Kings ... I'll bring the royal jesters ;-)

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  8. Oh man, The potty thing totally puts it over the top! Sounds like you had a memorable birthday!

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