I’m going to rant here. Which seems like a silly announcement because it’s a blog and that’s what it’s for but, hey, I can make completely pointless and redundant proclamations if I feel like it.
Anyway. This is about children. Actually, no, this is about parents. And their children.
Let me start at the beginning. C and I went to dinner a couple of nights ago at a Mexican restaurant. The weather has been spectacular lately, so we ate on the patio of said restaurant. We were having a grand time and were soon the only patrons on the patio (not because of anything we DID, geez, just timing). Suddenly, a group of women comes out onto the porch. Each woman is followed by at least 3 children a piece. Can you do the math on this one? 5 women, at least 3 children each. That is at least 15 children. Running rampant. As if we were attending a picnic on a playground.
What are the mothers doing? Drinking margaritas, naturally. And the children? Well, they are performing the following activities:
1) turning chairs over
2) quite literally attempting to climb walls
3) putting straws in their shoes
5) taking off their wee little flip flops and heaving them in random directions, including in the path of the waitress and quite near to my table
The mothers continue to drink their margaritas. Also! I watched two of the mothers hand the waitress some Tupperware containers and request that they be microwaved so some of the toddlers could eat. Seriously. They brought their own food. And it wasn’t even baby food.
We requested the check and then, because we couldn’t take it any longer, went inside to pay. I had to ask a bevy of girls to please move their little recital practice so that I could make it to the door. C felt so bad for their waitress, she was tempted to give her some money (as an ex-waitress, C knows that these people won’t tip that poor girl nearly enough to compensate for her annoyance and pain).
Now, I don’t think all children are evil. Take B’s kids–they’re great. But I also guarantee that the minute B’s kids act up in public, she either stops it immediately or removes them from the situation. So the overriding question is: Who in the hell decides to go out drinking with all their kids? Who does this?!?!?