A Mother of a Day - Part II

So after it became clear I would not be pampered all day or spared playing referee to the kids' bickering and fighting, I shifted focus to my Mother's Day meal.

Mark and I recently found an amazing little Mexican place that has hand-smooshed guacamole, the BEST salsa and flautas so light and airy, you'd swear angels themselves made them.

The only drawback to this place is that it's tiny. Being a family of sizable, uh... size, going to said restaurant can present logistical challenges.

"Oh, did I tell you? I invited my mom and dad to dinner," Mark added on the way home from church.

I think we did the math at the same time.

"You think they can accommodate a party of eight -- on Mother's Day?" I asked, nervously.

Mark looked panicked. He quickly called the restaurant.

Despite the language barrier, Mark was able to determine that a meal at this place -- for a group our size, on a holiday -- was simply out of the question. From what I was able to glean, the exchange went something like this:

Hola, can I help you?

Hello, do you take reservations?

Que?

Reservations. Do you take them? We've got a party of eight.

Que?

Are you pretty busy today? Do we need reservations?

Reservations? No, no taking reservations. We're busy. Bye, now!

And with that, the host hung up on Mark.

We quickly determined that it would just be best to eat at home. My mind raced. The house was a mess and rations were dangerously low. What would we make? Could we get the house into shape in time?

My Mother's Day nap was also a bust.

To be continued (again)...