I'm travelling at the moment and last night we went out for an early dinner with one of my best friends who I only get to see once a year.
LO had had really bad naps during the day so he was getting pretty tired. He's very even-tempered so he never lost it or started crying or anything but he was rubbing his eyes and being a bit unsettled. For the last half hour we were there (the meals took quite a long time to come out) OH walked LO up and down the restaurant, showing him things and keeping him calm.
We finished up, he went to pay the bill, I strapped LO into his carrier and walked out and as I did, a woman leaned out of her table (probably mid-to-late-20s, sitting with a guy) and said to me, "Take your baby home and put him to bed for god's sake."
I just gave her a *look* and continued walking, because a) obviously that's what I was already doing, b) it was before 8pm, it's not like I was out to a ridiculous hour, c) he was half-asleep on my chest already. As we were walking to the train station, I told OH, and he was ROPABLE. Funny how he had LO for at least half an hour and would have walked past that table half-a-dozen times and she said nothing, but as soon as it's the mother, she felt entitled to share her judgement.
It's so not fair!
