Recently, I encountered a scenario that highlighted the challenges of parenting—specifically, what transpires when you take a very fatigued child to a restaurant. My family’s Saturday was packed with various activities from 8:30 AM until late in the evening. It begs the question: why do weekends feel so hectic nowadays?
By 7:00 PM, we finally congregated at home, all of us utterly drained and ravenous. Lacking the energy to prepare a meal, my partner, Steve, heroically suggested we dine out. While this gesture was appreciated, we overlooked a critical guideline of parenting: when children are both tired and hungry, a restaurant is often the worst choice.
Once we committed to going out, everyone needed to change out of their grimy clothes. The older kids emerged in somewhat nicer, cleaner outfits. However, it wasn’t until our youngest, Lily, descended the stairs that I realized how fatigued she truly was. Sporting a mismatched sundress, sparkly high heels, and an ostentatious faux fur coat, she clutched a purple vinyl purse stuffed with dolls and wore an expression of smug delight. I shrugged, too exhausted to argue and amused by her eclectic ensemble reminiscent of a tiny diva.
Upon arriving at the restaurant, it became unmistakably clear—Lily was in a state akin to intoxication. She approached the hostess stand, swiped a toothpick, and yawned dramatically, clearly unimpressed by her surroundings. As we followed the hostess to our table, she pranced through the dining area, toothpick in hand, while expertly clicking her heels and acknowledging onlookers.
Steve and I exchanged worried glances, contemplating a quick exit, but we were hungry and the prospect of dinner at home was bleak. When our waiter approached to take drink orders, Lily beamed and announced, “CHOCOLATE MILK!” as if it were a foregone conclusion. She quickly downed four glasses, oblivious to our discomfort.
Then, she began to sing—a mix of her own whimsical creations and snippets from Les Misérables.
Me: “Honey, we need to keep the volume down.”
Lily: “DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?!”
Me: “Please stop.”
Lily: “SINGING DA SONGS OF ANGRY MEN!”
Her older brother, Jake, chimed in, “I love that song.”
Lily, smiling and slightly slurring, declared, “Then I am tired of singing it.”
After a brief rest with her head on the table, she sat up, readjusted her faux fur collar, and flashed us a bright smile. Steve quipped, “It’s like dining with Judy Garland in 1969,” and I couldn’t help but agree.
When the waiter returned, Lily suddenly shouted, “CORN DOG!” pointing dramatically at me, then at Steve, and finally at her brother while making an exaggerated face, insisting on the order. I whispered to Steve, “Did she just say horn dog?” To which Lily responded, “CORN DOG!” with wild eyes, affirming her request.
As the evening progressed, we attempted our usual family ritual of sharing the highlights and lowlights of our day, which we call “Good, Bad, Silly & Grateful.” However, Lily interrupted, waving her toothpick, insisting, “IT’S TIME FOR GOOD, BAD, SILLY & GRAVY. NOW!” The bemused expressions of nearby diners were hard to ignore, as her siblings erupted into laughter.
Finally, our meals arrived, and we dug in with fervor, but soon, an unexpected sound filled the air. Lily had dozed off in her chair, her head thrown back and arms sprawled, her faux fur jacket serving as a cozy blanket. It was 8:36 PM.
After hastily finishing our dinner, we returned home and tucked our little whirlwind into bed. As she kicked off her heels and murmured her love for us, she rolled over—ready for sleep.
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