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Mommy and Me – Part two

If you have read my previous post, you know that my daughter and I were having a special time together yesterday. And that special day wasn’t without his share of drama and attitude. For the second part of our “Mommy and Me” moment, we decided to go for lunch,  in a civilized restaurant. That means, one where you sit down and eat with a fork and knife, there are more adults than kids and screams are not the norm. I know what you are thinking: I am looking for trouble. And trouble I found!!! It was such a stressful lunch.

First, the waiter gave us the tiniest table ever! Do they not know that the smaller the kid, the bigger the space needed. How was I supposed to store all the crayons, papers, games and toys on a table that barely fitted two plates? So quite obviously, everything kept falling off. Not annoying… Well, that was the good part of lunch. Then our food arrived. And all hell broke loose…

My daughter ordered pancakes with  fruits on them. Because the colors were pretty (!!). When her food arrived, her plate had not even touched the table yet that she started complaining, “I don’t like these fruits!”

“Of course you don’t! never mind, mommy is going to eat them.” Side note: I have always been very judgmental of people giving into their kids when it comes to food, and look what I was doing?!!! I’ll have some humble pie to go with the fruits please!!!

Anyway, I scraped all the fruit off her plate (mother of the year! Yeay!!!) and started eating. Within three seconds, Skye had fruit coulis all over her hand. Then she grabbed her spoon and put it all over there as well.

“Moooooom, it’s all sticky!” She picked up her napkin to wipe her hand and accidentally flipped her glass on the floor. As she looked to see where the glass had landed, the end of her napkin dragged in her plate, right in the coulis, and her spoon fell on the floor. She started to lean down in an attempt to retrieve her spoon, but the towel fell on her lap, leaving a trace of coulis from the top of her shirt to her shoes. She looked down and started crying, rubbed her eyes with her hand still full of coulis. Now, she was hysterical because she had strawberry coulis in her eyes and, “It’s sticky everywhere, mooooooom!”. The waiter brought me a cup of warm water and a stack of paper napkins, but with such a mess, where do you start? The eyes seemed like a good idea, bug I had to tackle her hands pretty quickly because everything she touched was turning into a coulis mess. Eventually, I managed to save her eye, cleaned her hand and got a new spoon. Nothing I could do about the clothes, these were going to have to wait…

As I sat back across the table from her, I watched her eat her pancakes while her hair was swimming in the coulis, but frankly, at this point, I could not care less. I thought she might want to suck on her hair if she gets hungry in the car… Whatever…

Needless to say, it was one of my most stressful lunch experience. I probably am not welcome in that place anymore. I came back home exhausted, frustrated, and quite certain I won’t try an outing like this for another five years. That’s was, “Mommy and Me” time. Quality through and through…

 

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