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February 20, 2003
A Typical Evening
Want to know how my evenings typically go? Tonight Andrew was off, so we took the boys to Incredible Pizza (see Christa’s entry for a GREAT description of the place.) I didn’t really have any problems because this was a wonderful and stimulating surprise for the boys. They had a blast. Afterwards, we decided to go for dinner out, so we chose our favorite Mexican restaurant. We arrive at the restaurant and our evening goes something like this:
Ben: “Mom, I’m about to pee my pants!”
Me: “Ok, hurry up and I’ll take you to the bathroom.”
Chris: “Me too!”
Me: sigh “Alright, come on.”
We’re in the bathroom. Ben goes in one stall and Chris in the other. As Ben is already going, Chris has locked and unlocked the bathroom stall at least 10 times.
Me: “Chris, hurry up!”
Ben comes out, but Chris has somehow beat him to the sink, or maybe pushed him out of the way to get there first, I’m not sure. He proceeds to make Ben wait as he turns the water on and off at least 10 times, and makes him wait even longer while he takes FOREVER to get soap.
Me: “Chris, hurry up! Ben’s waiting.”
Chris: “Ok…”
Chris goes to the hand dryer and proceeds to push the button about 10 times. It won’t turn on. (Ben really doesn’t care to wait his turn.)
From the bathroom door to the front of the restaurant Chris has already asked me at LEAST 6 times if they have chicken fingers. Ben still doesn’t care. By this time, I’m ready to have a nervous break down. LOL We get our seats, and Chris has asked me if they have chicken fingers at least 3 more times. The waitress comes to take our order:
Chris: “Mom, I want chicken fingers!!!”
Me: “I HEARD YOU THE FIRST 10 TIMES AND I HAVE NOT EVEN LOOKED AT THE MENU!!!” (Honestly, I couldn’t remember if they even HAD chicken fingers.)
Andrew: “Chris just calm down and be patient!”
I FINALLY pick up my menu and then I say to Chris, “Hey guess what they have here?!!!??? Chicken fingers! Is that what you want for dinner?”
Chris: “YES!” He proceeds to blabber about having chicken fingers for the next 10 minutes.
Ben: “I would like a taco.”
Andrew and I decide to have a conversation and are interrupted at least 10 times in the time span of, oh say, 3 minutes, by Chris who has decided that he now wants chips.
Chris: “I want chips….Can I have chips? When do I get my chips? Can I have chips now? I WANT chips!!!!”
I think I counted this at least 10 times during our conversation at which point Andrew turns to him and says, “Unless you plan on ASKING me right, you’re not getting ANYTHING!!!” (Ok, so we are only 10 minutes into our dinner out. Someone please save me.) Chris can’t sit still and has started making faces into the window and is proceeding to ask me, about 5 times in a row, if his water, which he HEARD me order, is Sprite. He’s now hopping up and down in his seat. Ben is singing about his taco that he ordered, very quietly of course and Andrew and I are still trying to have a conversation.
Our food comes, and about 30 seconds into it, I hear Chris say, more times than I can count, “Man, I wish I had more ketchup….I’m almost out of ketchup….I sure wish I had more ketchup….”
Well, it was fun to be out of the house. I’m just glad Andrew was there because I admit that this was a tame night for Chris. He tends to be much, much worse around me, especially when I am with a friend or if it’s just us three. It was a typical night, but we still had fun.
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