The Hubs decided he wanted to “take me out” tonight.
So we went to a new place in town, The Brik – just opened, ridiculously busy. A WAIT for a restaurant in Walla Walla? No thanks. The Hubs drove by it when he saw the “300 cars, at least” in the driveway. But it was where this pregnant and particular momma wanted to eat, so we turned around and braved the crowds of “thousands of people there, at least.”
We got seated in a weird little alcove in the restaurant alongside two tables with little toddlers and two tables filled with octogenarians. Hello, worst nightmare. A table filled with little children who shriek and yell and cry and throw stuff? Right next to mine? Ew.
But you know what was crazy? The kids didn’t bug me as much as I’d anticipated. There were some high pitched squeals which were certainly unsettling, but for the most part we just were amused by the situation instead of annoyed.
“You’re thinking what I’m thinking, aren’t you?”
“Yea. We’re never bringing our kids to restaurants. Ever.”
The Hubs informed me that he’s looking forward to carrying our son around in a Baby Bjorn with matching sunglasses on. And if they are going to be wearing matching sunglasses, he might as well figure out how to give the baby a little tiny goatee. His words.
Who knew being around kids would change so much when you inevitably are going to have one of your own? We’re building up our immunity to sudden loud noises and unpredictable children’s behavior.
That’s right. Somehow I’ve turned an hour and a half of proximity to other people’s children into us being ready for ours.
Again. We gotta take this one step at a time.