Ordered & then sat down while Noah sipped on some pedialyte next to me. He is now holding his own bottle at 7 months, not perfectly coordinated.... but pretty darn good! He started at 6 months, so I let him try when he wants to. Anyway, all of a sudden his 3 ounces were finished & I was still eating my sandwich. He needed to BURP, so I got him onto my lap. My meal was now on hold...NORMAL occurrence when I'm with baby. As I'm burping him, he spits up onto his pant legs, then all of a sudden throws up the pedialyte & it lands on the bench we're sitting!
My thought was "ugh, where is the napkin I had?" I scrambled to find a napkin, and noticed one under my sandwich! Ummm, I realized I couldn't reach MY DIAPER BAG within the tight quarters we were in to get a washcloth, so I had to make due with one napkin! The girl a seat away from me SAW EVERYTHING. She even had 5 napkins or so on the bench next to her. She looked at Noah & gave me a "not-so-nice look" then turned away.
Of course, for 2 seconds I wanted to tell her how "crappy" that was! I mean, would it have killed her to offer one or two napkins? BUT, I kept my cool. After that, I also had to change his pants in the middle of all the commotion around us......THANKFULLY, I managed to reach my bag and take out his emergency outfit. So, there you have it. That is what my Starbucks experience looks like as a mother.
It used to be me, my book & my cappuccino - now, it's me trying to juggle several things in my hands. Every day that passes and I fall more & more into my role as a mom... & I realize why mothers are so tired by the end of the day. Zzzzzz.
Oh, Starbucks. I kinda miss our quiet time.
-please excuse my punctuation, I am obviously not an English major.