Sass, Bottles, and Sorry-Not-Sorry Moms Who Brunch Anyway

Went to lunch at a Mexican restaurant on a Sunday. Chips, salsa, not so much sunshine (the rain was pouring down),friends, hubby, and my baby boy—living the dream, right? Not according to the table next to us. My husband overheard one of them say, “Wow, they brought a baby to brunch.”

Mind you, there was a two-year-old at another table, happily munching on a quesadilla, but somehow my baby was the brunch buzzkill.

So let me get this straight: I’m not allowed to eat out during daylight hours because I have a baby? Am I only allowed to leave the house for food shopping and nothing else? Like, I can’t kick back with margs and guac like everyone else. And just so you know, my husband wasn’t drinking, so I could actually enjoy myself.

Here’s the thing: babies exist. Moms exist. And we deserve tacos and daylight.

If you’re uncomfortable with a baby at brunch, maybe the problem isn’t the baby. Maybe it’s your expectations of motherhood—that we should stay home, stay quiet, and stay invisible. And that whole Susie Homemaker thing? It’s just not real. Moms aren’t always smiling in aprons with fresh cookies. Some days you’re overwhelmed, bored, feeling low, and just need a couple hours out of the house to feel like yourself again. For many of us, those low moments aren’t just the usual mom blues — they’re the heavy, isolating weight of postpartum depression, making it even harder to get through the day. And yet, society expects us to keep it all together, like magic.

Spoiler alert: I’m not doing that. I’m showing up—with my baby, my diaper bag, and my unapologetic appetite. If you do not like it well then kick rocks and Fuck off.