As par for my Friday nights, I gleefully went to bed at the kids' ridiculous bedtime of 6:45pm. I was starting to feel the unpleasant achiness of a cold, so it felt so divine to rest and rest and rest.
Worst Part of the Day-
I went to pick up take-out lunch for the fam and it took soooo long. I pulled right up to the closest spot and thought it should only take a moment as I was 5 minutes later than the pick up time. I left the kids in the car while I ran in literally 15 steps away (and I could see them the entire time through the window...) The hostess said the bartender was in charge of take-out, the bartender was slammed with hundred of drunks who need a drink at noon on a Friday. The manager was called over and then after many more minutes of me waiting for him, I had to say "please hold on" as I could see Liam wailing in the car seat. I could see this pissy manager rolling his eyes as I ran out to the car and checked in with the kids. Scarlet had "no idea" why little guy was crying. I then packed them both up and brought in my head-to-toe pink princess and my screaming (still under the weather) child. I got a whole lot faster service this time. But still, a pain. And an eye-rolling, loudly sighing manager bugs. Boo.
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