Winner, Winner, Chicken Dinner

Jr. Miss finished up on Saturday. As did spring break. Yesterday was spent in a lack of sleep induced coma... so I don't much remember any of it. However, today, despite what seems to be the beginning workings of a cold... or strep, I have hit the ground running: laundry, dishes, you name it. Even that large stack of un-filed bills and paperwork.
Unfortunately, my children also hit the ground running: tantrums, pestering, a couple knock outs, and, the ever popular "dump every toy we own on the bedroom floor" game. Made only more exciting when combined with the "let's rip all the bedding off our beds and use it to make the pile of blankets we unfolded from the basket even bigger" game.

Hey, at least you can see the top of my desk and the bottom of my laundry basket right?
Right.
I take 'em where I can get 'em.

Needless to say, when lunch time rolled around and I was famished and could think of nothing better than cheese enchiladas to eat (and my pantry contained no enchilada sauce or chili powder whereupon to make said enchilada sauce) I decided to take my boys with me on a little mommy/son high adventure date to the local Mexican restaurant.

Things were going surprisingly well and I complimented myself on being a fun mom. (You can start laughing now. It would be appropriate)

{Let's take a break in our story to inform you of the following; Some things just come naturally to some people. Apparently, I am a natural winner when it comes to being a mother. Please, continue reading.}

Towards the end of our meal, Landon was getting a little antsy (I'm a slow eater) and so when he plopped down under the table and sat still while I was packing the remaining food into the take home box, I just relished in the free moment.

Until, of course, the table of women across the restaurant from us (one of whom I briefly knew from Jr. Miss) started frantically yelling:

"um your son! oh yuck! your son! oh yuck."

Never a good sign.

Turns out Landon was keeping himself occupied under the table by eating gum.

off the bottom of the table.

yep.

His mom's a winner winner chicken dinner.

Just a side note, in case you were wondering: Nothing can make you feel more like puking your cheese enchiladas up, than your child, eating somebody else's left over saliva that they carefully discarded of, on the bottom of a restaurant table.

wow. um, that's buh-scrusting.