That's What I Call Wanting Some Guacamole

The rain was pouring down. I mean POURING. It wasn't as cold as it has been the past few days but the weather was not what you would consider...ideal. I was headed home from Target and I had my mind set on one thing:  GUACAMOLE. 

There are many who may not have a full appreciation of the green stuff like I do. But, when I get my mind set on Mexican for a meal...folks, there's no turning back. So, I whipped into La Hacienda because not only do they have good guacamole, but they have a BUFFET at lunch. And, there is guacamole on the buffet. HEAVENLY!

Now, let me remind you that my counterpart, my little one-year old sidekick, had been perfect all morning. But, it was soon approaching nap time so I knew I had to make it snappy. I put the car in park, throw my hood on, jump out, run around the other side of the car, jump in the back seat and--because it was raining--shut the door. 

Three words:  CHILD SAFETY LOCKS.

I could not get out. And, with Jacob's big-honkin' seat in the way, I honestly thought I'd be stuck there in the back seat of the car, in the rain....with no guacamole. Hey, a girl's gotta have her priorities.

So, I got all gymnastic-like and finagled my way over his seat, through the front two seats, over the console and plopped down in the passenger seat. Whew.  I got out, got him into the restaurant and slid into the booth after securing him in the high chair. I was within a couple feet of my beloved guac when he started whining. I hop up, he lets out a mild screech and I grab some pears in a little bowl and some refried beans. The child ate the pears like he had been starved on an island for a year. Then, he ate the beans. But, upon discovering an empty bowl where the pears used to be, my child...my love heart...rared back and let out a blood-curdling screech that lasted approximately 4.9 minutes. Well, may be not that long but it was a good 20 seconds. And, in a small Mexican restaurant, that is the equivalent of "cinco" years, my friends.

I wanted to crawl under the booth. With my guacamole, of course.

He then proceeded to take the bowl and chunk it on the floor whereupon it made a loud, KA-Ling! ka-lingggggggg...at this point, I had consumed a chip and a half and was working on a taco. I sat there cursing my poor decision to attempt a buffet alone with a whiny nap-needing child. 

The server brought over a few packs of crackers that seemed to appease my youngest until I could down my taco and a few chips and then it was time to go.

The aftermath:  a pear-juice-smeared table, 3 crushed packs of semi-open crackers on the floor, two bowls that used to contain pears on the floor, a high chair filled with crumbs and........a plate with wayyy too much leftover guacamole.

I'm pretty sure Weight Watchers and God were in on this one together. Next time: a can of soup at home while the boy naps. Sigh....