There's a local Mexican restaurant that we usually go to at least two times a month, sometimes more. We've been coming regularly to this restaurant since we moved here almost two years ago. The owner's name is @rmondo. After about the third time of us coming, he stopped bringing us the menu, instead would say, "The same?" We would nod in agreement and he would return with a sweet tea, coke, a basket of chips, salsa, and queso. A little bit later, he would bring us a double fajita meal with rice for NYEBoy and a separate plate for me with rice, beans, and two ramekins with sour cream and cheese. When the girls moved in with us he started adding a Sprite for both girls and a separate salsa and side plate for A since she likes to double dip.
This past Christmas, before heading back home, I ran by to drop him off a Christmas card and wished him a merry Christmas. We didn't end up going back until around February since we were hit with car troubles and more bad news at the beginning of the new year. When we did return, @rmondo's eyes lite up. He motioned us with his fingertip, saying "Ah!". When he returned, he had a red Christmas bag filled with a present for A. It was a Barbie doll. A was very grateful and we laughed about how perhaps this was a sign that we eat there too often. We've made sure to not go too long without visiting him since then.
When we stopped by last week, I asked him if he was ready for Cinco De Mayo. He smiled and said no. Last year it was packed. We ended up waiting an hour, going home, and coming back to find the wait just too much. We ended up eating somewhere else that night. He said he was short a few servers. And me, being the brainiac that I am, offered K and I up for the night. I told him we wouldn't mind helping out for the night. After all, we could use the extra spending money.
Now mind you, I have never worked as a server and I can't hear well out of my left ear under the best of circumstances. I'm starting to think I made the offer too hastily. Ha. No, really, I'm looking forward to working outside of the house for the first time in about two years. I just hope my body can stand up to the pressure.
You know what K and I working means, right? Yeah. NYEBoy gets to babysit for the first time for an extended period of time. Scary, right? He's watched her before for like an hour, but never for 8-10 hours. They're going to go see a movie. I hope she's good for him. I'm not worried about her care as much as I am of him surviving the battle. I know how tough she is and the afternoon to evening is the worst because she starts getting tired. He just realized about two hours ago he was going to have to take her to the potty and wipe her. Poor guy. He told me she better go before I leave and hold it until I get back because he doesn't feel comfortable with that. LOL
So, while you're at home tonight, between the hours of 4 pm and 1 am, send NYEBoy a prayer that A is being good for him and that we're not making asses out of ourselves at our favorite Mexican joint.
Happy Cinco De Mayo! You know I'm going to have a margarita as soon as we get done, right? I will have deserved it. Heh.




1 comment:
Good luck hon!
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