Dear Mr. Restaurant Man (and any other business owner out there)

Let me set the stage for you.  You've stopped at one of your favorite fast food joint, or probably more accurately one of your kids favorites.  Let's face it.  Its not ideal, but its cheap and easy and that is all you care about after your grocery trip run took an hour longer than planned because you forgot that with 2 kids you'd have potty breaks, "I want candy" breakdowns, and have to stop to put back everything they took off the shelves through your trip.

This is my life.  Maybe not to this extent everyday or maybe I've just gotten used to it.  No matter what craziness will happen.  Eating out has become more frequent for us.  I don't think it has as much to do with having kids as it does that we are always busy and on the run.  Our lives have just gotten out of control busy and over committed, but that is another post for another day.

So, what is the real reason for this rant?  I'll tell you.  I want changing tables in the bathrooms.  Is it really too much to ask?  I have some how managed to wrangle up enough supermom power to bring two kids under the age of 5 into your establishment.  We have waited in line, placed our order, received our meal and made it to our seats all while keeping the kids in decent behavior.  We get everything nicely organized on the table when the smell hits you.  Thank you child still in diapers for that lovely right here at lunch/dinner time.  If you're a mom you know what I'm talking about.  So I load up both kids and head to the bathroom secretly praying that our food does not disappear while we are gone.  We walk into the bathroom to only find that there is no place to change the little one.

So what is a supermom like me to do?

I could go out to my car and deal with the situation there and pray that my meal stays secure on my table until we all make it back in.  Deal with it on the counter in the bathroom which is not clean for the little one or those coming in after us.  I could return to my seat and change the little one right there which I'm sure would thrill no one.  I could wait until after we eat, but that leaves the smell and diaper rash both which are unpleasant for me.

Do you see my predicament?  Do you feel my pain?  Is there anyone out there crying along with me "help please!"  If so, you are not alone.  So Mr. Restaurant Man (and other business owners) PLEASE install changing tables in your bathrooms.  It would make lives for moms like me just a little easier.  And while I'm at it go ahead and install in them in the men's bathroom as well.  Its not just moms who have this struggle.  We aren't asking for gold-platted, thickly padded, 400-thread count covered tables.  Just a sturdy table that does the job.  Is it really too much to ask for?