is usually pretty entertaining, always busy and sometimes funny. today i took the kids to a very fancy lunch at chick-fil-a. the girls love going there and were really excited, super tired and starving to death (judging from ella's actions you would've thought i hadn't feed them for weeks). owen was in his stroller with both feet up on the snack tray fussing about wanting more baby puffs, adeline was trying to crawl through the line dividers while dancing and watching some older kids enjoy a shake, and ella was in her own world. i went to the counter to order and that's when it started getting crazy. a rather large man came to order at the register next to us, ella, who always over-estimates her size, tried to quickly get out of his way (he was no where near "squishing her" which is what she claimed) so she pushed her sister out of the way, shoved the stroller and in turn made me trip. so now addie is jammed against the counter the stroller is rolling, i'm about to fall and ella is starting to cry. the girl at the register had no category to put these events into so she said, "will that be all for you?" no, not yet. at this point ella's shoe falls off. i have no idea how this happens but she is now about to freak out because she has inherited some of my strange fear of germs so she won't put her foot on the floor and is about to topple over. meanwhile the worker is frantically trying to hand me my debit card, diet coke, 2 cups and a chocolate milk. my hand are full. i jammed most things on top of the stroller. i scooped ella up push the stroller with the other hand, hold the shoe in the hand that is dangling ella, at which point the chocolate milk tumbled to the ground, rolling halfway through the dinning room. now ella announced in a loud voice that i'm squishing her (this time it happens to be true), addie began chasing the chocolate milk and owen stared screaming. finally after addie caught the milk, ella got refitted with her shoe and owen energetically munched more puffs i thought things would calm down. no, not yet. just as i got all the kids situated with their lunches almost in slow motion owens entire jar of baby food dove off the table onto my shirt, jeans and seat. spoon and all. perfect. owen took this opportunity to plunge his rather chubby hands into my buffalo sauce thus concluding our rather eventful lunch. had i been an observer i'm not sure if i would've laughed or been amazed at the calamity.
i never thought i would be one of those moms, well, here i am!
