Or as you might say, Out and About. John and I are fond of Canadian-speak.
The weather this past weekend was nothing but bipolar. On Saturday, it rained and rained and there were moments when I thought our house was going to get get picked up and swept away. I used to not care about the rain. Yeah, it's raining, it might mess my hair up when I'm running into the mall or to a bar but whatev, it'll dry. These days, if there's a major storm, I start thinking about trees falling on my house, leaks in my roof, thunder waking the baby...all things I can't control. But I cringe everytime I start to see the makings of a storm. Craaaazy. Luckily, it cleared out of here, making for a positively gorgeous Sunday. We headed down to the waterfront for lunch outside and a little walk along the water.
Downtown Wilmington, DE is usually dead on the weekends, so we weren't surprised when we were the only ones sitting outside, even on such a perfect day. Although as we were sitting there, a crowd of women , presumably shower attendees, piled out of the restaurant with glasses of white zin and cigarettes in hand for a smoke break. My mom-eyes immediately got squinty as I stared them down, seeing exactly how far they were going to be from us with their stank. Luckily I didn't have to go all passive-agressive on their asses. Now, let me assure you, as a former smoker, I was always considerate of others, especially littles. So I don't feel hypocritical at all when I get all high and mighty mom on smokers.
Although, the passive agressive tables were soon turned on me. While we were eating, a couple came up and sat down at the table next to us, the only other table in the sun. As the guy walked over, I noticed he had a dog on a leash with him. I looked over at John, with a look on my face, and said, ugh, I really don't want to sit next to a dog. It's not that I don't like dogs, I just get nervous with them around the baby, ya know? And honestly, I don't know what that dog's like, what if gets up in my business?
Anyway, the guy totally catches my expression and says, " I'm sorry my dog is ruining your lunch" in a tone that definitely implied that he was in no way sorry. I'm never on the end of passive aggression! I'm always the one doling it out! But I recognized it right away and told the guy,"Look, I'm sorry but I get nervous with dogs around the baby." I wasn't being an a-hole on purpose (like I sometimes am it was just the truth. Turns out, the guy is pretty nice and starts asking about the baby and then telling us about his dog. Thank goodness, that was going to be a real awkward lunch if things went the other way.