This one time at China Moon

My Lovable and Destructive 3 year old affectionately known as N-Zilla has been a lovable and destructive pain in the ass.  Being stuck at home with a broken air conditioner isn't helping the situation either.

"Pain in the ass" might be a little harsh but it's Thursday, my air conditoner is STILL broken, and I truly am tired of cleaning pee accidents.  (To be honest N-Zilla isn't close to being potty trained.  I try and try, only to hear I pooped and see pee running down his leg.)

Last weekend I took ALL OF THE KIDS to the store with me. Wal-Mart of all places.  Why? Cause I didn't take N-Zilla with me to church.  I didn't want to sit in the cry room.  I wanted to sit in a actual pew.  I took the three kids which in short is every one except N-Zilla.  During Mass I was feeling guilty for not bringing N-Zilla and leaving him and Mr. S to watch reruns of Phineas and Ferb.  So I did what any normal guilt ridden mother would do...I committed errand suicide.

After Mass I picked the boy up giving Mr. S a break and went to the worst evil necessity that is Wal-Mart.  Our trip consisted of  N-Zilla yelling mom the whole time we where there.  Not to get my attention but just to say it.  A lady looked at me and said, "Oh My God" out loud rolled her eyes and trotted to some other isle. 

It's about this time that The Baby starts to cry.  I can't hold her I am on a mission. 

While on this mission, N-Zilla decides to knock things off the shelves.  I had to pry the hangers from his hands.  Some one said wow what a handful.  NO FUCKING SHIT.  Excuse my language.  I usually like to save my bad manners for my other blog, but I felt like yelling that.

Somewhere between the screaming and hangers I ended up at the register buying a gallon of milk and a Monster energy drink which I call a Momster.  Crazy Horse gets a kick out of it.   I had decided there is no way I am making dinner tonight.  I had a brilliant idea to take the family to dinner.  After all I have been doing so good with the finical fasting I had a few pennies from the week to spare.

Dinner time rolled around. Off to China Moon we went (that's our  favorite Chinese restaurant).  As soon we got our drinks N-Zilla my Loveable and Destructive dinner date threw a fork across the table and luckily landed on the floor.  The owner was very vocal and animated when telling us that that was dangerous and "oh he break glass" and pointing to where we should sit at.  Granted besides us there where only three other parties there but ALL EYE'S ON US. 

 Now, I'm kinda use to this.  As you can tell I get that kind of attention at Wal-Mart.  However, Son #1 and Crazy Horse haven't directly experienced being zeroed out. Neither has Mr. S.  As a family we all had the finger pointed at us.  My husband just lowered his head.  My first reaction was to storm out...but then I remembered how much I loved their food.

That's when micro-managing mama started to work.

"Waitress make our order to go".
"Mr. S take N-Zilla to the Car".
-Pause a minute-
"Son # 1 take The Baby to the Car"
"Crazy Horse help me put the drinks in the to go cups"

"Lady next time you wanna say something please come to the table and not yell across the room, you embarrassed us.  Our son has a special need and I would love to eat somewhere that doesn't have a indoor play ground next to it and get my dinner off of trays" ( I didn't really say that but I did talk to the owner who almost gave birth to kittens when the fork hit the floor).

We ended up eating our dinner out of to-go boxes at a park.  Just another day I guess for me, but I can see it was hard for Mr. S.

Our reality right now is we might just have to order to go from now on and make an effort to take the older kids to eat by themselves and set time aside to go out by our self (me and Mr. S). 

Now if I can just find a baby sitter for N-Zilla.