When we discovered we had been lucky enough to conceive our little Master we did as I have seen and heard many new pending parent does, we talked as if we were going to be amazing (jazz hands! spotlight!). My husband and I talked, between ourselves, as I personally would never have been game to be held to our discussions, about how we were going to never allow our little one to sleep in the “martial bed”, a dummy would never be allowed and, among other statements, we would continue to enjoy regular dinners out at restaurants. Oh bless.
Within our circle of local friends children are a scarce commodity. Actually an Emu could count on one claw how many children are around the traps so they need not be considered. Nor should they be for these types of events (oops there is that old me again).
Since my Master got to an age where he decided to care about his locale I have been one for an early dinner out in a large child friendly environment such as a Leagues Club or RSL. Chicken parmi anyone…? Though even those nights are few and far between. Normally suggestions of restaurants with some kind of cultural menu and dinner at reasonable adult times make me yearn and squirm and ultimately are placed longingly into my overflowing too hard basket.
Tonight it changes. We have been invited to dinner at a Thai Restaurant… at 7pm… a small Thai restaurant where 18 month old little boys are hard to be missed especially at a time when I am normally popping in his dummy and shuffling him off to the “family” bed. But sometimes, oh how I miss restaurants, I miss nights out with great food, wine and conversation. So, tonight we Thai!
The iPad is charged, the biscuits are loaded and deep breathing begun. I plan to look like I do this all the time, because my 30 year old self thinks I do.
Do you dine with toddler? Do you have an overflowing too hard basket?