Go Bold or Go Home

Joe and I went to Del Taco the other night around 10:30. I know, I know, that was my first mistake. It was after softball, I didn't want to cook, and some bitch on Joe's team said I was "horrible"at softball, so it was an emotional-eating-relapse.

Anyway there was the woman there, probably late 20's, with four kids ranging from two to eight. They were running all over the play land, with HUGE sodas, at TEN THIRTY ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT. Joe thought she must be a foster mom (I pray it wasn't so). My guess was a nanny. Maybe she was their mom, who knows? Anyway she brings the two year old over to the drink machine for a refill. Joe and I are on the edge of our seats to see if he gets caffeine or not. Drum roll...........CHERRY COKE!!!

They play for a little longer and then we follow them out as they leave. We were seriously 15 seconds behind them and she was already pulling out of the parking lot. Please tell me how she could have put four children in car seats/booster seats in 15 seconds? I seriously almost followed her to give her a piece of my mind.

Then I was thinking: "Is this really a huge deal? It's summer -- maybe they earned a late-night trip to Del Taco for doing all their chores. Maybe I'm too judgmental of how other people raise their kids. Maybe I need Valium." Yes, I think I need Valium.