Phone beeps … new text message pops up from the friend I love with no kids.
“Hey! Do you want to plan to take Poppy to dinner tonight about 6:30? It’ll be fun.”
Honest to God, my first thought through my head is is that it’s 8:30 am. AM.
IN THE MORNING! .
I can’t think that far ahead of time right now. I’ve barely got the breakfast dishes done and I’m just struggling to make it to lunch.
No, I don’t want to make plans because I never know if my plans are actually going to go through because my entire life revolves around an almost 2-year-old little child who I never know if she’s going to poop right before we walk out the door or melt down in a horrible fit causing me to just give up and stay home.
I never know when she needs to eat because even if I try to stretch her out to 6:30, it’s a high chance that is going to backfire by her being too full from snacks or an earlier dinner, and she’s going be antsy. She might throw every bread roll on the floor, break all the crayons and then decide 10 minutes into dinner that the restaurant would make a better gym area.
I never know when she’s going to sleep. What if her nap is bad and she’s melting down at 6:00 wanting to go to bed early and we haven’t even been seated? I don’t want to take that to dinner to be honest.
Because you know why?
I don’t want to be disappointed.
True story right there. It’s hard to make plans so far in advance and then get my hopes up only for them to come crashing down. Momma doesn’t get that many nights out, and it’s hard to enjoy them when there are so many variables going on. It’s HARD to get her dressed and my self dressed only to have it end in flames.
Just do me a favor and pop in around 5:00 with take out. Life is easier that way. Check back with me on dining out in a few years.