It was almost a complete total almost success. It was almost a successful evening in a restaurant with three kids. It was ever so nearly an incident free party for grandmas 70th full of her close friends and family. Almost.
To be fair, the kids coped brilliantly with the whole affair. It's been a long time since we've felt able to go to a restaurant as a whole family. It's not a common occurrence. It's not fair to expect small children to keep calm and quiet through a whole meal with the waiting as well. But to their credit and with some reminders from us 'we are not at home , so we use cutlery' 'restaurants are not for running in' that kind of thing, the girls coped fantastically. They kept themselves busy with balloons and trips to the toilet. Hiding under the table and behind sofas. The noise was kept to a minimum. I felt completely not stressed. I even managed to eat some of my meal hot. And my cake went down a storm.
So there we were, almost on the home run. The girls were becoming floobier by the second with cake piled on jelly beans piled on a sip of champagne. Still they were coping. They were happy. There were no meltdowns. I felt like the proverbial 'mom enough'. All of grandmas friends were suitably impressed with our deeeeelightful children. Grandma was kvelling to her hearts content. Then it happened. Disaster struck. Poor Auntie E. Bless her. She was singing to child on her knee. It was all too funny. It was all too much. Child was too tired. Laughed a bit too much. And the spell was broken. Broken in a puddle on the floor. And all over Auntie E. She took it so graciously. Thank you Auntie E!.
If only we'd left after the cake.
Meltdowns - a bit of a dribble
Losing the plot - nope!
Breastfeeding - in a restaurant no less!