First of all, if you aren’t watching Modern Family, you totally should be. Love, love, love it. It’s the funniest show on tv (in my opinion of course.)
A few weeks ago, on a Friday night, I decided that I had my heart set on going out to dinner at Texas Roadhouse. The kids were running a muck, all over stimulated because it was a Friday night which of course means no school and freedom. Oh, the freedom of a Friday night! I was trying to herd everyone out the door as quickly as possible because there is nothing that makes my stress level rise like having to wait to be seated at a restaurant with my children. Large crowds plus hungry children plus waiting is a sure recipe for disaster in this family. We’ll just go somewhere else if there is more than a 10 minute wait, but like I already said, I had my heart set on Roadhouse. And we were going to have FUN, gosh darn it!
Whenever we go out to eat, the kids each have a notebook they bring along. We love notebooks, and I always have a variety of sizes and colors on hand. On this particular night, I could not find Logan’s favorite notebook (a black mead composition notebook), so I grabbed the green composition notebook instead.
Heaven forbid. Not the green notebook!
We piled into the van and the kid’s immediately asked for their notebooks. I doled out the goods, and everyone was happy. Everyone except Logan.
“Mooommmm! I don’t want this notebook! I want my black one!”
I summoned up all the patience and kindness and I could muster, which honestly, by that point probably wasn’t much. I tried to explain that I couldn’t find the black one. He was crying, carrying on, pitching a royal fit over it. I could feel myself starting to lose it.
So I did what any mother would do when pushed to the brink of insanity.
“Logan, if you do not knock it off THIS SECOND then I am throwing that notebook out the window!”
He didn’t knock it off.
Of course you have to follow through with threats, right? So I turned around, took the green notebook from his hand, rolled down the window and tossed it out as we drove down our street.
There was a split second of stunned silence.
“Mom! I want that notebook!!”
So Derek stopped the car, and I told Logan if he wanted it, he would have to go get it. He hopped out, and ran back down the street to retrieve it.
Derek and I bit our lips and avoiding eye contact. Discipline is not funny! Do not laugh! We made eye contact, and that was it. We could no longer hold it in and laughed and laughed and laughed. Derek proclaimed it our very own Modern Family moment.
We went on to Texas Roadhouse and enjoyed our dinner with a minimal wait.
And Logan happily colored away in his green notebook.