Workout: 2.5 mile run, easy pace
After a few hectic and stressful days we thought it would be a good idea to go out for a nice family dinner. No cooking or cleaning up for me sounded great and some hot food rather than sandwiches was just what we needed. We were in such great spirits as we headed into Bloomington, and we were really looking forward to someone serving us :) We decided on Outback since we had a gift card.
Within seconds of sitting down Orlando gets fussy. Not off to a good start especially since he's the easy one. We give him crackers, he throws them on the floor. We try animal crackers - floor. Next some warm bread - floor. Meanwhile, Lyla is jumping on the seat of the booth. We tell her to stop, and she laughs. We tell her to stop again - she jumps higher. We tell her a third time - she takes off her shoes and throws them into the aisle. Matt sternly has some words for Lyla, and her shoes go back on.
Now she has to go the bathroom. Enter bathroom scene:
"Mommy can I wash my hands?"
"After you go to the bathroom."
"I don't have to go."
"What?!!? Then let's go sit down."
"But I want to wash my hands."
"Too bad, you didn't use the restroom."
We exit the bathroom and make it to the end of the hall.
"Mommy, I have to go poo-poo."
"Lyla, we JUST left the bathroom."
"I have to go, I have to go!!"
Lyla goes, but only #1. Wash hands and head back to table. Food arrives about 20 seconds later.
Lyla starts jumping again, Orlando won't stop fussing, Matt inhales his food, and I begin to talk to Matt about my hopes and dreams. Matt shoots daggers at me, and I realize this isn't the time to joke around. Matt starts walking Orlando around the restaurant. I get two bites in and Lyla has to go poo-poo again. Back to the bathroom...she doesn't have to go. Back to the table. I take Orlando so Matt can eat. Lyla hasn't touched her food, and I have still only had two bites. The waitress comes and we ask for To-Go boxes. She feels sorry for us and gives us a coupon for a free appetizer. We jet out with 3 full boxes of food. Once outside, Lyla says to me - "Mommy, I've got to go!"
Here I am in the bathroom. My head was pounding. We are in the bathroom FOREVER! She doesn't go. Geez child, I potty trained you over a year ago!! What the heck is your problem!
She never goes. I force her off the toilet and take a quick shot of us in the bathroom. I want a memory of our enjoyable evening out :)
After a few hectic and stressful days we thought it would be a good idea to go out for a nice family dinner. No cooking or cleaning up for me sounded great and some hot food rather than sandwiches was just what we needed. We were in such great spirits as we headed into Bloomington, and we were really looking forward to someone serving us :) We decided on Outback since we had a gift card.
Within seconds of sitting down Orlando gets fussy. Not off to a good start especially since he's the easy one. We give him crackers, he throws them on the floor. We try animal crackers - floor. Next some warm bread - floor. Meanwhile, Lyla is jumping on the seat of the booth. We tell her to stop, and she laughs. We tell her to stop again - she jumps higher. We tell her a third time - she takes off her shoes and throws them into the aisle. Matt sternly has some words for Lyla, and her shoes go back on.
Now she has to go the bathroom. Enter bathroom scene:
"Mommy can I wash my hands?"
"After you go to the bathroom."
"I don't have to go."
"What?!!? Then let's go sit down."
"But I want to wash my hands."
"Too bad, you didn't use the restroom."
We exit the bathroom and make it to the end of the hall.
"Mommy, I have to go poo-poo."
"Lyla, we JUST left the bathroom."
"I have to go, I have to go!!"
Lyla goes, but only #1. Wash hands and head back to table. Food arrives about 20 seconds later.
Lyla starts jumping again, Orlando won't stop fussing, Matt inhales his food, and I begin to talk to Matt about my hopes and dreams. Matt shoots daggers at me, and I realize this isn't the time to joke around. Matt starts walking Orlando around the restaurant. I get two bites in and Lyla has to go poo-poo again. Back to the bathroom...she doesn't have to go. Back to the table. I take Orlando so Matt can eat. Lyla hasn't touched her food, and I have still only had two bites. The waitress comes and we ask for To-Go boxes. She feels sorry for us and gives us a coupon for a free appetizer. We jet out with 3 full boxes of food. Once outside, Lyla says to me - "Mommy, I've got to go!"
Sadly, I can relate. Some older lady told me the other day that these are the best years with my kids. I'm thinkin'...really...cause I think it'll be pretty great when I'm off of butt wipin' duty.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds like you need a date night after that evening out! Anyone with small children can sympathize - we've all been there.
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