I had my first, very distinct, “I’m THAT mom!” experience. And, to be honest, I should have known better. I did know better. But I ignored my mom gut and did it anyway and paid the price.
I’ll paint you a picture…
It’s the Tuesday after a very long and busy July 4th weekend. We’ve been all over God’s green earth in the preceding 3 days visiting family, swimming, going to church, you name it. We’ve had late bedtimes, naps cut short and this is our first day back to normal. But we still have Noni and Grandpa in town for one last day so I opt to take myself along with both kids to lunch with Noni. What I knew was not smart was planning a late lunch. Little Man normally eats lunch at 11:30 and is down for his one LONG nap by Noon. But this lunch was planned for 12:15. <—gut check #1: IGNORED. He’s already operating on sleep deficit from the previous few days activities which included going to bed 2 hours late the night before and not sleeping in past his normal wake time at all <—gut check #2: IGNORED. Baby Girl normally eats around 11am and would normally be going down for a nap by 12:15/12:30 <—gut check #3: IGNORED. The Husband is back to work on this day so I’m flying solo <—gut check #4: IGNORED.
I’m sure you get the idea: this did NOT go well!!!
Halfway through his lunch (thankfully I had finished eating) it started. Commence: Epic Meltdown! He just lost it. I tried for a few minutes to get him to calm down but that effort was futile. I opted to take him outside and leave Baby Girl, who is perfectly content at the moment, in the restaurant with Noni and my sister (who also has her own infant, by the way). Little Man calmed down after a bit of walking outside, but, it was obvious, he was soooo tired. He was basically trying to drag me to the car in an effort to get home as fast as possible so he could sleep. Simply walking towards the restaurant entrance resulted in another meltdown but my other child and my purse were in there so I had to power through. LOL.
Upon getting inside I see my sister holding and bouncing my screaming/crying Baby Girl. Oy! And Little Man is still crying. Serenity now!
So, I approached the table and said “Ok, we’re done!”. I grabbed my purse and with some help from my sister and Noni I was out the door with 2 screaming children as quickly as I possibly could get there.
I can now confidently say that I’ve been both THAT mom and the patron at the next table in this type of scenario. And I can also confidently say that both of them suck. Yes I can relate to being the mom with screaming kids who just wants to eat her lunch. I can sympathize and I know other moms can agree on that. But, I also don’t want to ruin somebody else’s lunch. I’ve had my lunch ruined by screaming children before. So, we just left and it was the right choice.
Little Man came home and crashed for a solid 3.25 hours and he went to bed at 7:30 (bedtime) and fell right asleep!
Lesson learned: follow the Momma gut!! Always. Follow. The. Momma. Gut.
Live and learn! Live. And. Learn.
Until next time Mommas 🙂