There's a scene in that Reece Witherspoon movie where she goes back home and runs into an old friend at the local bar. "Look at you! With a baby! In a bar!" I remember laughing when I first saw that scene, thinking that only rednecks would be bringing a baby into a bar. Her friend's response - "Well, he's still on the teet so I can just drag him along wherever I go." Seriously?? Who in their right mind would do such a thing?
Me.
Eli and I went to a brewery today. In my defense, it wasn't late at night (like in the movie), but it was a watering hole just the same. Trying to make myself feel better, I rationalized it in my head. "Hey, it's just lunch." "We wanted to visit with a friend." "They have good food." Truth was, Jeff was meeting a friend for lunch and the baby and I tagged along.... even after reading the Yelp page for the place and it said "Not good for kids." After a long week and Eli's first foray into temper tantrums, I said screw it. I need a drink. I'm going to the bar and he's coming with. We got pizza, chicken wings, and I got a Hef. YUM! Totally hit the spot.
Tonight, as I eat the leftovers for dinner, I got to thinking. This was NOT the first time I've taken the kid into a bar. Shoot, I think this is the THIRD time, with the other 2 times at night. What was my problem? Yes, he's still on the "teet" but that really is no excuse. I am that girl from the movie! Ugh. I am sure my fellow patrons did not appreciate seeing a little one while they drink in a bar. I need to hurry up and make some young friends who can come babysit so I don't have to drag poor Eli out whenever Mommy needs a break aka Mommy could use a drink. I'll re-visit this issue in the future, but this is one of those times when I wished my parents lived closer so they can watch Eli. No one ever said having a kid was easy. It's especially freakin' hard when you don't have help close by.
Daydream #26: Get a great paying job to possibly afford a nanny/cook.
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