mexican moon

last night little c played his second soccer game.

he dribbled.

he passed.

he scored for the other team. twice.

and then he cried. the whole second half.

he cried

and cried

and cried

you can imagine my enthusiasm being the mom of "that" kid who won't stop crying.

i contemplated giving him something to cry about, but then i remembered he was my baby. and i love him. and people were watching. and that makes it really hard to hide the evidence.

and then he had a super-hero popsicle and all was right in the world again.

big c brought her friend rachael with her to the game. they're besties. or so she says.

they met on the bus. they're both in 3rd grade. and she lives a quarter of a mile away.

all the fixins of a best friend relationship.

after the game we took the kids to chilis for dinner. rachael explained that she had NEVER been to chilis.

now, i confess that chilis is not one of my favorites. the service is usually slow.  the drinks contain little to no alcohol (and let's face it... after a cry baby session at a soccer game with 3 kids, one would probably require a numbing, make the screaming go away, put on a happy face and pretend you like these kids, type of drink). but that's just me.  and i've eaten there so many times that everything starts to taste a little bit like diarrhea. especially the queso.

not that i would know what that tastes like.

so, we put our names on the list and waited. "5 minutes". 15 minutes.

i had the pleasure of watching a woman smoke a cigarette outside while she and her baby daddy waited for a table. she was at least 7 months pregnant.  it was hot. and healthy.

don't get me started on how i felt entitled to go ballistic on this chick.  grab her by her overprocessed ponytail and give her a piece of me. (just like my dad says). that whole "mind your own business" and "it doesn't affect you" went right out the poop shoot.  she made her condition everyone's business when she lit up, while sporting a form fitting tank, outside a public eatery.

but i didn't want to alarm the kids.

and the aviator would've flipped.

and i was hungry.

fast forward 15 minutes and we've placed our order - 3 kids' meals and a salad. (and a bloody mary. or 2).

the kids worked on their activity menu while we waited.

then they showed us these:

it's a picture of a sick kid from st. jude's hospital.

have they no class?

it looks like we're all going to hell.

in their defense, they had no idea who the little girl was.

at least little c didn't. kid can't even read.

fast forward another 50 minutes. we finally got our food. 3 kids' meals and a salad. seriously?

i'm sure that after the second time the waitress promised us that "your food is coming out right now" i gave her what was originally termed "the look" by my first club soccer coach when i was in the 7th grade.

it's not a pretty look. i think i've given it to the aviator once. it was just now when he walked through the kitchen and accused me of giving it to him when he popped open a jar of pepperocinis. as a meal. after i offered to make him something. oh, he might say it's been more. but he lies.  a lot. with a straight face.

look girls.  see "the look". fear "the look". girls?

little c. you're afraid of mommy, aren't you?

after that, the waitress kept hovering at our table and giving us that pathetic "is everything okay?". and she was squatting and crossing her arms on the table and resting her head on her arms. like a puppy would do if it were 5'6" with curly blonde hair.

that's right. i'm mean. and scary. and i can cut people to the core with my "look". ask around.

and then i tipped her 25% and we left.

and we drove home. and this happened...

big c: "did you know today is a mexican moon holiday?"

the aviator: "what does that mean?"

big c: "well, see all of those clouds around the moon? those are just there because it's a mexican holiday."

the aviator: "does that mean that they're mexican clouds?"

big c: "whuuuuuht?"

silence.

what clouds? and it was september 17th.

goodbye.

- dimply stacy