My kids. God love ’em. They suck!
I’m just kidding. They don’t suck. I am head over heels for all of them — even the wee one who keeps me awake at night kicking my insides and lying on my bladder. Yep. They are awesome. No really, they are.
We have come to the end of the road in taking them to restaurants. Maybe even out in public in general. Last week I took them to a cheap dinner at IHOP before my Bible study. This is a short-lived tradition I had started to treat them and keep from running ragged trying to figure out what to cook right before a 2 hour study. Yeah. That’s not gonna happen anymore. Guess they’ll survive on PBJ sandwiches for dinner once a week cuz they have done ruined Mom’s idea of a treat.
Today I met a friend of mine at Dunkin Donuts. It was just supposed to be me and the boy. Well the girl has a slight cold and I woke up late this morning so add those things together and I decided no school today. I didn’t think it would be a bad idea to take them both to the donut shop. Kids + Donuts should = FUN!
Kids + Donuts actually = hyper kids all sugar coked up inside a small and partially dirty donut shop climbing over booths and hanging from tables. Yep.
My hands are shaking just thinking about it.
Then Jeremy threw a rock at the window of the hair salon 2 doors down from DD.
Then Brianna kept saying she had to poop when I know darn well she did not. She pulls this “I have to poop” stunt every single time we go out in public. She has a fascination for public restrooms that I FAR from share. I refused to take her to the potty. Forget it chick — hold it till we get home.
My friend is great with kids and didn’t seem on edge even a little bit. I was about to spit nails though.
Yeah. We’re done. At least for a few years probably.
Look at the bright side though. At least they didn’t do this.
If they did I’d probably just get in my car and drive till I ran out of gas.