I just left a restaurant without finishing my lunch. I wish I could say it was because I was full and decided to order a doggy bag. Nope. It was because my son, all of 16 months old, threw a tantrum of epic proportions. A huge, enormous, full-out screaming, red-faced, fit-of-rage tantrum.
It all started because he wanted to feed himself butternut squash soup. With his hands. While wearing a cream sweater. If we were home, I would have stripped him down and let him have at it. But we weren’t at home. We were at a Bruegger’s Bagels trying to have lunch. So I took it away. That’s when it went waaaaay down south.
As the siren from Declan’s mouth started to wail, I felt the prickles on my forehead. I started to sweat.
It sounded just like this:
I looked around for a face of encouragement from another mom. All I saw were people completely staring at the circus of my table from their coffee and laptops. I realize that it’s not cool to be so crazy in a place of business, but Holy God, since when did Bruegger’s become a home office for so many people?
As swiftly as I could, I tried to give him is pacifire. He threw it at me. I tried to give him his milk. He threw it on the floor. It was time to go.
Of course it has to be cold outside, and I have to have the worlds toughest jacket to put on a one year old. At this point my feet have started to sweat. The stares from other patrons have turned into dirty looks. I swear someone said, “tsk, tsk” as they walked by us.
Meanwhile, my 5 year old is asking me the same question over and over:
“Are we going home or are we going straight to school?”
“Mommy, are we going home or are we going straight to school?”
“Mommy, are we going home or are we going straight to school?
“Hey, Mom. Are we going home or we going straight to school?”
I could see her mouth moving, but all I could hear was noise.
I threw all of the food in a bag, swiped up my kids without their coats, dragged them out into the parking lot.
It was one of those moments that reminded me when I was younger seeing other moms go through that. I would always think to myself, “Why can’t that mom get a hold of her child?”
I was the BEST mother before I actually became one.
I wish going out to eat as a family on a regular basis is something that is guaranteed to be nice and relaxing, full of manners, laughter, and good conversation.
But it is not.
So when we get the urge to go out for dinner because I just don’t feel like cooking, I remind myself of what going out to eat REALLY means. Then I find something easy to cook.
Here is a simple recipe that can be used on a night when you just don’t feel like cooking:
Cod with Salt and Vinegar Chip Crust
adapted from cooking light magazine
2 Cod Fillets
1 Tsp Salt
1 Tsp Pepper
1 Tb Light Mayonnaise
1 C Salt and Vinegar Chips, Crushed
Preheat Oven to 400F
Pat fillets down with a paper towel and place on a cookie sheet covered with aluminum foil.
Season Cod on both sides with salt and pepper.
Spread Mayonnaise on the top of each fillet.
Lightly press chips over mayo so it covers the entire top of the fillet.
Place in the oven and cook for 10-12 minutes, until fish flakes.