What We'll Remember

I spent the weekend with my folks. We did lots of great things we went to the zoo, the Aquarium we even endured the living hell I like to call Chuckie Cheese. However this trip will not be remember for touching a baby shark nor will we remember it for falling down at Sesame Place and having the nurse rat out a poor guy putting on his Grover uniform so little B would stop crying and producing a large amount of snot. Nope this trip will be remembered for my darling Hubby getting into a fight at the local "child friendly" pizza shop.

The local "child friendly" pizza shop called Mama Palma in Philadelphia where they serve juice in sippy cups to the kiddies. Where the owner told us to move our bleeping baby, when we placed her high chair in the wrong location in the shop. Who cursed us out in front of about 15 little kids. The "child friendly" pizza place where the owner attacked my hubby (who also had an attack of the machos and knocked a bunch of menus on the floor) and punched him repeatedly in the face while the waiters held him and grabbed a golf club to try to do my hubby in.

Yes we will remember this trip in a not so friendly way.

The morning after I lay with little B in his bed. I was wondering how badly my son had been damaged after seeing such violence the night before. I turned to him and asked "Sweetie do you have any questions about last night?" "Yes Mommy." he replied "I do have a question...." I caught my breath preparing for the worst. "Mommy does Superman swim in the ocean like Aqua Man?"

OK perhaps some of us wont remember this much at all.

Update: We did not call the police. As we left my Hubby was so mad he knocked over a table. We were scared he would be arrested. I just looked up reviews for this restaurant and apparently this guy has done this before. In front of children. Hubby is OK his hand is hurt and he is a bit banged up. I am banged up too.

We did not leave a tip :)

Question: Is it bad form to post things like this? Part of the reason I blog is to have people to talk and to have a record of my life but posting bad stuff like this and the guy in the hallway makes me feel funny. Should I just stick to humor? Is there etiquette on this?

Not At All A Good Day

I know I usually at least try to add humor to my daily posts but yesterday something very upsetting happened. I wasn't sure if I really wanted to blog about it but as I know I have a very supportive community around me here in bloggy land I thought I would just get it off my chest and hopefully just move on with things.

Yesterday I was coming home from work. S was in the stroller and B was walking. It was a little rainy and the streets were surprisingly empty for my busy neighborhood.

I walked into my building we have two doors for security and I was in the vestibule between doors when a man pushed inside. He had a handful of menus. I suddenly got a very very bad feeling. Something felt very wrong about this man. Suddenly the man tried to push me through the second door. I took my key out and put it in my pocket so he couldn't get me to open the door. I turned and pushed the kids behind me and faced him.

He told me to open the door. I told him no. I told him to get away from me and my kids. He started looking around trying to see if there were people on the street. I started to move to get back outside and he put himself in front of the door to the outside blocking my exit. B started to get really scared. I did too but I stood my ground. I yelled get away from me and my children. He kept moving forward and then moving back like he couldn't figure out if he should just run at me or not. I kept repeating get away from me and my children. Suddenly he lurched forward and threw a handful of menus at me and ran back out the door.

I know it doesn't sound like much but you know when you just know something very bad is in the works. When every alarm bell you own starts to sound. Well they were sounding loud and clear yesterday. And now when I think about it I get a very bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. All I could think about was protecting my children and not letting him get us in the hallway of my building. It scares me to think what could have happened. Maybe nothing but my little voice (which is almost always right) tells me that was not the case. Poor B felt it too and was terrified. It took over an hour to calm him down. I'm just glad we got away safe and not more than a little roughed up emotionally.