I'm not judging ....
I hope I'm not,
I try not to,
and if I slip then I correct myself
because I honestly don't want to be judging anyone; especially not other parents, and definitely not other parents struggling in restaurants.
But it's hard, really hard; and not because I think I'm some great mum, I don't; but because I'm not used to toddlers anymore, especially not at meal times. Sad but true.
Rachel was a blessing but a challenge; she hated daytime sleep until she was 3, she was constantly overtired and irritable, and by toddler age she was opinionated and demanding. I loved her, but she was not easy. Luckily she tended to pull out all the stops when we were out and she'd mostly behave, but I know that was more luck than judgement or management.
So I've been there, I've done that; and yet my tolerance is reducing back to pre-motherhood levels when we are out in restaurants.
I still coo at babies, chat to new mums, smile at most toddlers and commiserate with stressed parents. But then there are the screamers, the temper tantrumers, the answerers back; I can't help but be shocked.
I don't frown (I hope), I don't tut (ever) and I don't make any comments; but inside there's s little bit of all of that going on.
I admit it, I'm judging; I'm sorry, I don't mean to, I will try better, I understand if I engage brain and so I will engage more brain when eating out, I promise.