The other day on Facebook a friend of mine mentioned how she hates to be seated next to a family with small children when she’s looking forward to a nice quiet dinner.
Oh really? Like anyone wants that? It may be my own small child but I don’t want to sit next to him either. Even more so, I don’t want anyone seated next to us that is going to be annoyed. It stresses me out and I can’t relax one bit knowing we are the cause of that person’s unhappy meal. I mean, I’m stressed out enough as it is! It’s a big deal just to try and get us all out of the house to go and enjoy a public meal.
When our son was a baby and we would go out I’d just be like, “Please stick us in some far back corner where we can’t be a nuisance.” And then we eventually graduated to, “Please give us a booth where we can corral the child and trap him in.”
In an effort to cut down on being annoying to other people, we would take turns eating while the other person took him outside to “go on a walk-about.” It was a good two years before I got to sit down and have a meal with my husband at a restaurant, at the same time.
When we are out, most of my time is spent trying to catch little cars before they fly off into somebody’s food, or stop Mr. Curious from peeping over the back of the booth to say hello. Or maybe holding little feet in my lap to stop them from kicking the back of someone’s seat.
So no, I don’t want you to sit next to me either. And when I saw you walk in, the first thing I thought was “Please, please, please don’t sit next to us,” because I don’t want to stress the whole dinner about annoying you while you give us the stink-eye or the polite, but strained smile while putting up with our kid. Believe me, it goes both ways.
So while my first instinct was to reply back to that post with a snarky “I don’t want you to sit next to me either,” I decided it would be better to just keep scrolling and let it slide. She wasn’t directing that comment at me, and she has no clue how it might poke at a sensitive mom who had a rough day and would really like to enjoy a dinner out. If anything, that comment is really directed at a poorly trained hostess who should have known not to seat her near people with kids.
So in this case, Moms reading random comments on Facebook feeds, you just gotta brush it off. It’s not about you.