I think I had mild food poisoning on Sunday, thanks to some habanero cheese on my Cinco de Mayo fajita Saturday night. I spent most of the day nauseated and unable to eat, hanging out in my mom’s bathroom while she and Jax had all the fun outside in the whole 2 hours of sunshine we had all weekend. Yesterday, I nervously ate small bland meals all morning and afternoon, hoping that my belly would be back in top shape for a big family dinner at Bonefish Grill.
Fortunately, I felt fine by 6:00 when I got there. I even dared to order a blueberry martini. Yum, right? Oh it was so delicious that I even ordered a second one.
I could tell Jax might be a handful from the minute I buckled him into his car seat on the drive to the restaurant, and he didn’t disappoint. He was ornery, whiny, and everything you’d expect an almost-3-year-old to be. Despite promises of dessert, several sheets of stickers, a coloring book and two boxes of crayons, and a tractor full of Little People, I could not contain my usually containable child last night as he preferred to poke things with chopsticks and play with sugar packets.
But back to that second martini.
Just as it was delivered, Jax knocked a whole glass of ice water, which, as you might imagine, is VERY COLD, all over my lap. Even my underwear and shoes were wet. Fun times.
As I jumped up out of my seat, I had to mentally tell myself not to cry. In public. With half the restaurant staring at me.
Oh, and then they brought out our entrees, of course.
At that point, I walked my wet ass (and Jax) to the bathroom, hoping for one of those mega-hand dryers that makes your skin sag with its ferocity. No dice. So then I decided to pack it up and call it a night.
Gotta love dining out with a toddler. The worst part is that I didn’t get to take even one sip of that second blueberry martini!
Has this ever happened to you? Did you cry??