So, a couple of weeks ago, we took my parents out to dinner. My dad retired and we felt the need to do something to commemorate the occasion. We just chose a bad time to do it. Downtown Salt Lake City, December 23.
Can you say busy?
We had a 40 minute wait in an itty bitty waiting area. My kids were ready to go to a park, not sit quietly at a table. But, there we were. Being led to our table. Have you ever tried to get 4 children seated at a table in a restaurant?
Can you say chaos?
So, I got the girls in, and my 3 year old, and as I turn around to pick up my 2 year old off the floor where he has deposited himself, I see a waiter walking by step on my son's arm, realize his mistake and then fall to avoid hurting Eric even further.
Can you say humiliation?
The waiter was embarrassed and felt terrible for stepping on Eric. I was humiliated, the worst mom ever, for letting my son just lay there in the middle of the aisle right in the way. It was pretty much awful. My son, other than freaking out a little because he was scared, was completely fine.
I wanted to crawl under a rock and never come back out.