Last night, I embarked on a Mommy & Son date. Which meant I was taking them out to dinner. Alone. By myself. Solo parenting.

It wasn’t the first time I had ever taken them out. We have had countless lunch dates and the occasional dinners. But last night, the odds were stacked against me.

Independent two year + a too short nap = A tiny little terror

Things started off perfect! We headed to our local Chili’s who was hosting the special date night. I was given a flower and the boys were each given a goodie bag {full of Super Hero treats!}. We sat down in a special booth complete with table cloth.

A manager was walking around snapping pictures of the moms with their boys. She later brought it out printed and in a frame. Something to remember that night.

Thankfully, that picture was snapped when the evening was peachy keen. I knew it was too good to be true. They both ordered their dinners when the waitress asked. They played nicely as they waited for their dinner to come out. They even actually ate their dinner!

It must have been too much for my little one to bear because shortly after his last chicken nugget was consumed the tiny terror was released.

There was screaming, both happy and upset.

There was kicking.

There was biting.

There were tears…from the 5 year old sobbing that his brother had ruined his favorite night ever.

There was nothing I could do. Reasoning with a two year old is like, well, I don’t even know even what to compare that one to. I tried to calm him down. Normally, I would have taken him to the car but I couldn’t! The check needed to be paid and, you know, there’s the 5 year old.

I was never so happy to see the check arrive!

One would think that I would have called it a night but I’m a glutton for punishment. I ended our night out with a trip to Target, the holy grail in our house. By then, the tiny terror had retreated and I thought we would get through the quick trip unscathed.

I thought wrong.

A bathroom emergency with my oldest left with me with a bathroom wall licking, biting tiny terror. Again. And, yes, he was licking the bathroom walls. Why? Hell if I know.

When we finally got back home, I was done. Beat up. Pushed down. Throwing in the towel.

And then, Ethan took out the picture. A picture to remind us of our special night out. Taken before the tiny terror had been unleashed. When all was right in the world.

The perfect is far beyond perfect {blurry, overblown} but there we are. Smiling. Having a great time. And it’s us.

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Imperfecly Perfect.

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