Working out, one mom has more than her share of struggles. There are struggles like paying the electric bill this month or who is going to take care of my children while I work. There are also equality struggles such as too tired to play, too busy to have a personal life and too guilty (or to break up) to hire a married couple to go out for evenings. When my daughter was younger, she was caught off guard with at least two balancing issues. Thursday night after 6:00 pm is a great time to find your children at McDonalds. I know, I know, you wouldn’t believe that I actually took my daughter to McDonalds for lunch and especially in the middle of the week. I admit, it was an advantage of me, buy hey, I didn’t do it weekly. It all started quite as casually as one might expect. But he remained, and it is not without cause that we may hope! Quite frankly, I spent at least four reasons why it would be good to take my daughter to McDonalds for dinner once in a while!
One summer evening at the end of the month, there was nothing in the cupboard to find for dinner except a bowl of leftover beef soup. That was fine, but when I took the cover off, the sage green topping and the putrid smell that I mentioned earlier listed and placed in the garden. I am tired and stressed and very hungry. (The obvious and number one reason for the tension of taking child McDonalds for lunch in the middle week.) So, when I heard ” I’ll eat” because of the time, I turned around and asked, “honey, how do you want to go to McDonalds for lunch?” I immediately became a hero. “Oh mama, I love you soooo much.” As we walked out the door, I grabbed the morning newspaper that had yet to be opened.
We went to one of the McDonalds that has an indoor play area and while we waited for the food, we had some discussions. “There are no rules for playing until you eat. Come back to the table when you’re told to. No crying when it’s time to leave. If the rules are broken, we’ll never (yes, I said the n-word) come back again.”
I did not believe what happened next. He asked me if I needed help with the dishes and then he led me to a table near the play area and said, “Look, Mama, this is a beautiful, clean and quiet table.” He sat down, whispered a little prayer and ate the whole happy dinner while chatting about his day at. Unfortunately I heard in astonishment. Usually at the dinner table, I ask how was your day and what did you do and I get an answer like “Well, well, I don’t remember.” Here we were, having a wonderful conversation over fries, cats, and honey mustard. (The reason for the two counts is to take my child to McDonalds for lunch in the middle of the week.)
Little do I know it will be the best. Can I play now? She handed me her shoes and put off the break with four other children whose parentsReport:
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