(Nate blowing kisses)
So my day started out wonderfully. I slept in until a whopping 7a.m. (Yup that is late here)
Checked my email.Eric made these apple pancake things for breakfast. Not real flip on the griddle pancakes-you bake them and they poof.
Went grocery shopping without kids.
Ordered Aidan's awesome Spider man birthday cake.
Came home, both kids napping.
It was great!
Then that is when the fun began.
So for all of you who think that I have the most wonderful well behaved, sweet cute kids I am about to prove you wrong. These pictures might be shocking, but I think they portray accurately what I lived through yesterday.
Pure evil people!
We went out for a nice meal at P.F. Chang's. Always wanted to go there. Told lots of people bring kids there. Not a problem. Thinking everything will be okay. Nate had a two hour nap as well as Aidan, so everyone should be well rested and ready to eat.
From the second we walked in there Nate went bananas. Apparently he was getting sleepy again. (Woke up at 11:30am, it is now 1p.m.)
Got him a kids cup with a straw like Aidan's gave them both crackers, thought we were cool.
Nope.
Aidan decides to crawl under the table, needs to go to the bathroom twice, tries to pick up everything with the kids chopsticks, slides under the table again, jumps around.
Nate squeals like a crazy man at the cat on his cup.
All before food gets to our table.
I am literally sitting there with my arm wrapped around him trying to hold him down and eat the food that was just brought out.
Do my kids eat you ask?
Nope. (well unless you count a dumpling for Aidan and crispy won ton strips for Nate)
So Eric, wonderful guy that he is, puts Aidan in a death grip on his lap, devours his food, almost chokes, and tell me to finish my meal and meet him outside.
As he is leaving the mother at the next table gets up and sits next to me. She says that she is compelled to speak to me and proceeds to tell me that I am beautiful, my kids are gorgeous, and she knows what it is like to be a mother since she is one. Today is my day and I need to enjoy it. Today is the day for me.
The tears start flowing and I thank her for her kind words then she goes back to her table. I continue eating and look like the crazy woman sitting there by herself, table full of food, highchair with no baby, and silently having tears go down my face.
Then the lady comes back and asks my name. I say Sarah and she tells me that hers is Crystal. Then she tells me that she is going to put something in my hand and she wants me to go out and enjoy myself. It's mothers day and I need to enjoy myself. I look down and see cash. I tell her no, no thank you. But she still puts it in my hand and says go treat yourself. She gives me a hug and I tell her thank you and she goes back to her seat.
I reach over to put it in my purse and look and there is a 5 on it. I think to myself what am I going to do with $5? Well at least Starbucks will be $5 richer.
The family gets up and leaves and they all walk by and tell me Happy Mothers Day. I had a hard time looking at them because I was so damn embarrassed at this point.
The bill comes and I reach in my purse for my wallet (Eric is outside) and I go to put my $5 in my wallet. Is it $5 though?
Nope.
She gave me $50! A complete stranger. Gave me $50. Just thinking about the kindness of Crystal makes me want to cry. I hope one day I am financially in the position that I can do that for someone else.
I just had to share this story of Crystal with all of you.
Happy Belated Mothers Day everyone
