We were having a particularly sassy night with our boy at McDonalds last night and I could feel the steam building inside me. I was sitting there turning red and about ready to snap at him when out of the blue Anna yells out, “MOM! There is an old man right behind you!!” Out of the corner of my eye I see a guy walking by our table who looked to be maybe in his late 40’s. I usually have good control in a situation like this, but the timing of it released all that steam and pressure building up from my frustrations with Lincoln and I started laughing so hard I could hardly breathe. I hurried and covered my face with both hands and put my head down, hoping this poor “old” man wouldn’t notice my reaction. I hee hawed for a good five minutes with tears rolling down my face and I felt so ridiculous, but I could not stop. I couldn’t look at Brett because he was trying to control his laughter too and the kids just stared at us like we had lost our minds. I felt bad for losing it, but boy did I feel lighter after my laugh as we walked out to the car.
Our next family night will be about things that are appropriate to say and not appropriate to say in public places. We are also going to work on limiting the use of certain adjectives on strangers.
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