So its apparent that this blog has become one of my outlets for whinging. I had an hour long convo with Baino the other day, most of it spent complaining and venting, but she and this blog are my only methods so you'll have to bare with me until I have something positive to write about!!!
So I went out to dinner with the makeshift family tonight. What a nightmare!!! Mum and Grandpa used to take us to this lovely little restaurant near our house called Arthurs. Even as small children, we were always expected to behave perfectly, eat with the best manners and there was even a 'table prize' for the person who had the cleanest table cloth at the end of the dinner. It was a great bonding session and even though we were young and distracted by shiny things a lot, the most we ever did was fall asleep.
Tonight's dinner began with Miss Madame shouting 'service' when the waiter wasn't at our table in 30 seconds. This was followed by a few minutes of good behavior until the meal arrived. This was met with 'I want pepper', 'I want a drink' etc. Miss Madame announced that her 'meal was disgusting and mummy shouldn't have to pay for it' and Spoilt Brat sat at the table putting toothpicks in his drink and spitting it through the gap in his teeth. Spoilt Brat then went on a sugar rush and when told to shut up, got up and started walking down the street. The Mum followed him, trying to catch him, shouting idol threats of taking them home, putting them in the car etc, however the kids just ignored her and went on about their naughty ways. Miss Madame sat in her chair whinging at the top of her voice so that everyone could hear about how her dinner tasted like shit and she was never coming there again.
The people on the table next to us were looking at us in disgust and I've never felt so embarrassed. I felt like going over to them and telling them that I wasn't with them, I'm not part of their family and in fact am planning on leaving them and never seeing them again in 2 weeks.
But, being the good little a pair that I am I just sat there, ate quietly and politely and ignored the entire situation. Now I know what people who channel their anger internally feel like. About to pull my hair out or implode. Breathe. Deep breaths. Mum - thank you for bringing us up so well!!! I never thought table etiquette would come in handy but apparently it makes me look like a god damned angel next to these little bastards!!!