Dear self:
please, for the love of all that's shiny and bright, remember to take your meds in the morning like a good little girl when deciding to (insanely) plan a lunch out with your children and your parents (and then forget to grab the iPad for the children to play with when they are waiting for and then finished with their food)
Dear waitstaff:
while I am not judging your performance or friendliness (both were quite fantastic), your timeliness had a little to be desired - also, please don't come back to our table after the meal only when I am in the restroom with younger child (I am sure it was coincidental, but I am also sure that I am a better tipper than my mother and generally less gripey, though not the one paying for this particular meal)
Dear younger son:
I am not sure what has gotten into you this afternoon, but we have talked about the screaching and squeeling - I am not amused, in fact, I am quite the opposite and I am at a loss for how to deal with it
Dear older couple who decided to obviously and bodily turn (rather than nonchalantly glance) to give younger son and I the stickeye:
younger son is not spoiled or a brat - he is autistic
I am not a bad mother - I am simply doing my best to deal with this particular behavior without losing my cool (or my mind) and your passive-aggressive annoyance within my field of vision while trying to talk younger son down does not help in the slightest
Dear mother:
thank you for providing silent back-up and not trying to deal with younger son *over* me as you have done in the past - I appreciate the effort
however, the grumbling about restaurant employees has got to stop - don't complain and tell me how 'ridiculous' this, that, and the other thing is when I am quite sure you are grumbling at the wrong person - you *never* ask for the bill from the waitstaff; you *always* just complain to me that they have not yet brought the bill
Dear father:
silent, but steady - thanks (no sarcasm, honestly)
Dear sister:
though you couldn't make it to lunch due to your children's playdates, you are (as always) awesome! thank you so much for allowing me to gripe to you (the entire drive home) while you ate your sandwich and just listened and agreed and encouraged. unlike our mother (who must use the phrases "if I were you, I'd..." and "you should..." at least a dozen times in all conversations whether advice was asked for or not - usually *not*), we have the ablility to let the other complain and get our grumbles out without reproach and I hope you know that I appreciate it just as much as you do
Dear older son:
please stop handing me your bowl - we *just* got home from eating lunch and you are *not* getting a snack right now
Dear meds:
please kick in soon!