Luke, Monkey and I spent the afternoon running a few errands and checking out a few stores. I love doing this with Luke because we take turns keeping an eye on the little monster…err, I mean Monkey so that we both can have a little time looking at the things we want to. I got to wander through Barnes and Noble leisurely and Luke took his time looking through Aarons Brother’s without having to worry about to our daughter, and what she might be destroying.
It was lovely, and just what I needed. After spending most of every week in my house I love getting out and wandering. In fact if we don’t get out of the house on the weekends I get so agitated, grumpy and anxious. The one problem with going out and about is that we always seem to spend money that we did not intend to, that is besides the point of this post though.
On a whim on our way home we decided to stop and have dinner at one of our favorite local neighborhood places. We love this particular restaurant because they serve huge burgers that are cooked just the way you order them, they have several local brews on tap, there is a big fish tank in the center of the place that Monkey can see from almost every table and it is way laid back so it is nice for a family with a maniac toddler….did I mention the burgers were good?
Anyways…After more than 18 months of eating meals with Monkey you would think I would be able to anticipate possible issues. We had experienced some grumpiness and attitude while shopping and should have know that would translate into dinner time grumpiness, attitude, and all out loudness.
I know that it happens to everyone and that kids are bound to act out sometimes, especially in their toddler years, but it is so frustrating when my kid continues to yell and scream and act like the evil twin of my normally very sweet and well behaved child. It is not okay to color on the table on purpose, throw food on the floor, dump milk all over yourself and it is not okay to scream or yell in a restaurant… just in case you were wondering.
Next time I think I’ll just send her back to help clean dishes or something so I can enjoy my burger in peace, or maybe we’ll just avoid entering a restaurant until she is 18.
