To Those Who Find My Kids Annoying: Trust Me, I’m Over It Too

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I caught your glances as we entered the restaurant, my 7- and 4-year-olds weaving through the waitstaff and crowding the narrow walkway, while my 8-month-old wailed for a bottle despite just having eaten. Your eyes exchanged that familiar look—“Oh great, kids,” you thought, as you braced yourselves for the impending chaos.

I noticed you stiffen in your seats, jaws clenched, as I prepared for the inevitable commotion that would erupt from our table. When my 4-year-old threw a tantrum over a chair snatched by my 7-year-old, I saw your lips curl in dismay. I caught your eye-rolls as my baby managed to drop his pacifier, rattle, and everything else in a spectacular mess, while my older boys scrambled to “help,” only to knock each other down in the process.

I felt the heat of your frustration when my 7-year-old begged for a third Shirley Temple, and we refused, triggering a whine fest that I’m sure echoed around the room. You shook your heads in disbelief as my 4-year-old yelled for “just one more piece” of bread, despite having claimed he didn’t want any. And when my baby projectile vomited a concoction of carrot puree and formula, the horrid smell surely made its way to your table.

Yes, I saw you—the couple who looked on in disgust at my children’s antics. But let me tell you something: I’m just as fed up with this circus as you are.

You might have thought I was lost when I approached your table, looking for a seat after the chaos of the evening. Maybe you thought I was kidding when I suggested we share a drink—anything to dull the pain of parenting. And trust me, I was not joking when I said I’d consider selling one of my kids if they complained about their macaroni and cheese one more time. I was this close to serious, I swear.

Perhaps you thought my curiosity was intrusive when I asked how you managed to escape for a night out: Was it a babysitter? A heist? I was desperate for your secret. Or maybe you were puzzled when I dipped my finger in your dessert, looking for a bit of camaraderie amid the chaos.

You see, I’m at my breaking point, barely hanging on as I yearn for a night where the only mess I deal with is my own. I would willingly trade anything for a brief escape from my three little tornadoes.

So, to the couple who stared with disdain at my children, I get it. I really do. If you could just whisk me away to anywhere but here, I would be forever grateful.

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In summary, I see you, and I’m right there with you, feeling the weight of parenthood and the chaos it brings. Let’s just survive this together.


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