“Red Lobster 6:30,”. This is the text I receive from my spouse as I sit in a meeting to gain some spiritual serenity. I breathe in and exhale deep as I know that dinner will be an adventure. You see, when family comes into town, we gather everyone to share a meal. Now, this number varies, so you never quite know what you are working with plus there really isn’t a solid plan.
I am a planner. For me, I enjoy a place that takes reservations as I deplore waiting. So, as we drove to Red Lobster, I already knew what was going to happen. I didn’t even need a crystal ball. This is pretty much the scenario most of the time. As we arrived, those that were already there indicated that there would be a 45 minute wait. Okay, friends, if you read my blog yesterday, you know that around 7 pm, if my feeding time hasn’t happened, I get “hangry”. This was 6:45. Sure, I had choices. I didn’t have to go, but then I would have missed some great material to share.
Then the suggestion was another restaurant, which I shared would be on a wait as well. No one really listens to me, so I just sit back and enjoy my ride on the crazy train. As quickly as the clown cars had unloaded, we loaded back up again to venture to the restaurant that I already knew would be packed. We arrived at the second place and holy cow, I was right. The only option left was going to a nearby Mexican restaurant where there would be no wait. We just had Mexican on Friday, but at this point I needed to eat and possibly have a margarita. This morning I am saturated in salt from the chips and feel like I could be my own flotation device.
Here is the deal…….all families are nutty, quirky, and potentially entertaining with a side of insanity. They can suck the serenity out of Mother Teresa. But, as I sat there with our expanding family, I realize that I wouldn’t want it to be any different. Okay, that is a lie, I would like to have a reservation and a plan, but other than that, I wouldn’t want it to be any other way.
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