Recently, I enjoyed a solitary night at a hotel in New Haven, Connecticut, and let me tell you, it was pure bliss. I arrived at 9 PM, munched on two tiny bags of chips, sipped a can of club soda, flipped through TV channels, and fell asleep without a care in the world. I woke up when my body was ready (which was glorious), did some yoga, had a lackluster hotel breakfast, and then showered before heading to my book talk. Honestly, it felt like paradise on Earth.
As I lounged in my hotel room, I couldn’t help but think how much better it would have been if my partner, Ava, were there too. We could have kicked back, snuggled, and maybe even rekindled some romance—though we might have needed the concierge for pointers! I’m convinced that anyone without young kids has a pretty active love life.
However, upon returning home from my little retreat, I was met with chaos. We kicked off our day at a three-year-old’s birthday bash, where Ava and I completely forgot to ensure our two kids had a proper lunch. When we finally got home, we set them at the kitchen table for a substantial snack, but by then, they were like little volcanoes ready to erupt.
Ava checked our voicemail only to discover our babysitter had canceled—devastating news. We broke it to the boys, who adore her, and the meltdown commenced. First, Max began wailing, which sent little Leo into a fit of tears. Ava scooped up Leo while I tried to calm Max down with some tuna. Eventually, they settled after lunch.
Post-snack, the boys played nicely for about twenty minutes, even putting on a puppet show. Ava and I seized the moment to hatch a plan for a fun outing to the playground followed by dinner. The playground was a blast, but dinner turned out to be our biggest blunder.
We decided to go to our favorite restaurant, renowned for its irresistible Belgian fries and duck gravy. After we parked and got seated, the food began to arrive. Max’s mac and cheese came out, as did Leo’s shrimp. Naturally, Leo, seeing the noodles, wanted to trade. But instead of politely asking for a bite, Max lost it.
Their screams echoed through the upscale restaurant, where patrons were sipping on $9 glasses of wine. I glanced across the table, only to find Ava hiding under her napkin—seriously, it looked like she was wearing a sombrero. Oh, and did I mention that she had draped a pair of Max’s sweatpants over her shoulders because she left her sweater in the car? Classy, right?
As the chaos continued, I urged Max to share some noodles with Leo, promising I’d order more. After some resistance, he finally agreed. I ordered extra noodles, and both boys devoured the entire lot. In a moment of desperation, I waved my arm like a sailor shouting for another round. “Keep ‘em coming!”
Finally, the boys finished their meal, and Ava hadn’t taken a single bite of her steak. I managed to choke down my chicken, though I barely remembered it. When the check arrived, we realized it was the most expensive meal we’d ever had—and we felt nauseated from the stress of it all.
The takeaway? Sometimes you just can’t win, or maybe it’s simply that you should never skip lunch. Trust me, it would have made our day a whole lot smoother.
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Summary:
In the humorous recounting of a chaotic day in family life, Jamie navigates the ups and downs of parenting, highlighting the importance of not skipping meals to maintain sanity. From hotel bliss to toddler tantrums, the adventure serves as a reminder that sometimes the simplest things can make a huge difference in your day.