Dear man and woman at the pub last night. It was my 10th anniversary with my husband. We took our kids, 3 and 5, out for a pub dinner while on our Easter break beach side holiday. We were pretty blissed out. For the first time in many years, it was working.
The kids have always, like many kids I know, been terrors out to dinner. They run, get nude, don't eat and throw food. It always ends with my hubby and I eating one at a time, chasing kids and putting out fires. We are on the clock. If there is a long wait or we've messed up the ordering, the night is gone. We always end up arguing about something because we are stressed to the max. Sometimes not even an iPad loaded with brand new My Little Pony can make these guys mellow.Read More