We were FINALLY having a "normal day. And when I mean by "normal," I mean: no fights (yet), no meltdowns, no pushing, no hitting- and we went to the HOT zoo in 98 degree weather with three kids! I was feeling really accomplished!
I wanted to reward the kids by going to CHICK FIL A. Which was HUGE! We never go out to eat, much less earn the right to go with good behaivor. If we do go, it's only for a last resort or if we are traveling!
I kept hinting at it all day when we were at the hot and sticky (and crowded) zoo that we would have a special reward if we keep it together!
I was so proud of my kids when I pulled into the parking lot and walked into the restaurant. I ordered their own kid's meal plus a shake! wow! I felt like such a cool mom.
While they were playing in the play park, I actually got to eat (what an accomplishment for me.) They were playing with another little boy in the park and actually being nice for once!
I started chatting with two of the ladies behind me- fellow bloggers so of course I gave out my info (the hustler in me!). We even small talked about our businesses.
Things were going well- too well.
I look over and I comment on how all of the kids are getting along so nicely. My daughter was making everyone laugh by making silly noises. I spoke too soon.
I see a huge splat on the window of the playpark. Then my daughter comes out screaming, "Caleb is throwing up in the park!"
I watch my son- at the top of the climbing stairs- barfing everything from their amazing waffle fries to the "cool mom" milkshake. EWWW. Have you every had to clean up old milk- yeah it was rancid.
I look next to me- three big construction guys look sick. I look behind me- the mom bloggers looked mortified. I look to the other side and it was like the whole restaurant was silent- staring at us.
I wanted to die.
The worse part was having to go up to the front and cutting the line to tell someone that the play park was filled with MY son's throw up. How embarrassing. You should have seen the little high schooler's face when I told her. I thought she was going to throw up too. And I felt really bad that she was probably the one that had to clean it up. Sorry about that.
At least it wasn't at my house! (I felt a little better about at that, I'm not going to lie).
I wanted to die when this all happened. But I didn't.
I can't tell you the number of embarrassing moments that I have had in my life- much less having kids. I have really had to make a choice- to shake them off and laugh with it or let them bother me.
At Chick-fil-a, I laughed. I laughed out loud. I felt as it I was in an America's Funniest Home Video.
As I left- I commented to the mom bloggers, "Well, I know what's going to be on tomorrow's blog!"
Life is too short to be upset over spilled milk- in in this case- a spilled milkshake.
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