Please don't be insulted if I don't sit next to you and your toddler at the cafe. It's just... Well, you see, this is my night out. This is my night to have a couple of hours alone to sit in a cafe and sip a glass of iced tea without my Doodlebug pulling at my pants legs, crawling into my lap or screaming for my attention. This is my night to think of things other than diapers and boogies; and to hear a song other than the Wheels on the Bus.
Your child is adorable. Yes, she is. But her screaming is reminding me that my child is at home right now and probably screaming, too (i.e. torturing my husband for having the audacity to think that a 21 month old should be asleep before 10 pm). And her standing next to me and pointing at my computer is reminding me that my computer is rarely mine anymore, but has become a (very) expensive toddler toy.
So please, please don't be insulted. The last thing I'd want to do is make another mama feel bad, but I really just need to enjoy having a personal space bubble for the next hour or so.
From one mama to another... I won't judge you, if you don't judge me. Deal?
