A fellow blogger’s recent post has me recalling an oh-so-fun outing a few years ago. Here is what happened.
I took my 2 kids and myself out for a much needed get-outta-the-house-or-life-as-you-know-it-will-end dinner. My daughter, a baby at the time, ended up throwing up. The waiter came to grab my dinner and said he’d wrap it up right away. “No” I said much to his dismay, as I cleaned us up and continued with our dinner (new meaning to the words “at all cost” – I really needed to get out of the house!!!). I was so proud of myself. I did it. I survived going out to dinner with my two kids by myself, even with the barfing and crying (and with no wine since I was driving). It was a relief and a needed break. I smiled at everyone as we proudly left the restaurant. I thought they even smiled back at me. I did it!
Then, outside, when I went to put my wallet back in my purse, I discovered barf was all down my back-pack purse during my proud walk out. They hadn’t been smiling after all… they were laughing.
Oh, the purse… leather… ruined.
Won’t you share your “public barfing” story?
