Are we crazy?
Brendan turned 16 today (wow), so off we go to Appleby's for dinner. We got the big booth in the corner; however, it was not big enough.
Keera was under the table and climbing over Katie who wanted to sit next to me. Bob and I were not even remotely near each other, but we could see each other. Connor and Katie were texting on their phones and Brendan was enjoying his day...but threatening us that if we had the waitresses sing to him he would never speak to us again...at which point Katie said, "Is that a threat or a promise?" (That was a good one-she's usually on the bad end of those types of comments from the boys.) Keera was peering over the booth to the elderly men next to us, who said hi and scared her away. Connor was texting. Brendan was continually asking if his friends could sleep over, being his birthday and all (Monday night????). Katie was complaining that since she is a vegetarian (who doesn't eat vegetables, by the way) that Chilis (across the street) would have had better choices for her. Connor was texting. Mom collected the phones...all were hungry because the waitress took some sort of 20 minute break after the drink order....All blame Bob because he told her to give us another "minute" before we order...don't you hate it when waitresses misinterpret that minute? Bob begins to sing the waitresses name in order to get her attention...I hide behind my menu...Brendan tells us stories of boys his age being arrested for theft and driving violations (ok, so if the worst thing he has done without telling us is jumping off the garage roof holding an umbrella to see if he could fly, then I'm good with that)....Connor wins the quiet award (most peaceful child tonight)....Katie is becoming impatient with Keera who has decided to let everyone in the restaurant know she is there by stressing certain words in a more than loud voice. The waitress has come and is totally frustrated and a bit "attitudey" with us as we bumbled through what everyone wants...we don't even know what we have ordered, after our 20 minute hiatus from thinking about the menu....waitress leaves....her tip is taking a nose dive in everyone's eyes....chaos continues...food comes...chaos continues...and so on and so on and so on...... I swear we are a sitcom just waiting to happen. We wouldn't even need a script.....
Keera was under the table and climbing over Katie who wanted to sit next to me. Bob and I were not even remotely near each other, but we could see each other. Connor and Katie were texting on their phones and Brendan was enjoying his day...but threatening us that if we had the waitresses sing to him he would never speak to us again...at which point Katie said, "Is that a threat or a promise?" (That was a good one-she's usually on the bad end of those types of comments from the boys.) Keera was peering over the booth to the elderly men next to us, who said hi and scared her away. Connor was texting. Brendan was continually asking if his friends could sleep over, being his birthday and all (Monday night????). Katie was complaining that since she is a vegetarian (who doesn't eat vegetables, by the way) that Chilis (across the street) would have had better choices for her. Connor was texting. Mom collected the phones...all were hungry because the waitress took some sort of 20 minute break after the drink order....All blame Bob because he told her to give us another "minute" before we order...don't you hate it when waitresses misinterpret that minute? Bob begins to sing the waitresses name in order to get her attention...I hide behind my menu...Brendan tells us stories of boys his age being arrested for theft and driving violations (ok, so if the worst thing he has done without telling us is jumping off the garage roof holding an umbrella to see if he could fly, then I'm good with that)....Connor wins the quiet award (most peaceful child tonight)....Katie is becoming impatient with Keera who has decided to let everyone in the restaurant know she is there by stressing certain words in a more than loud voice. The waitress has come and is totally frustrated and a bit "attitudey" with us as we bumbled through what everyone wants...we don't even know what we have ordered, after our 20 minute hiatus from thinking about the menu....waitress leaves....her tip is taking a nose dive in everyone's eyes....chaos continues...food comes...chaos continues...and so on and so on and so on...... I swear we are a sitcom just waiting to happen. We wouldn't even need a script.....
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