You look miserable. Your husband is deep in his phone screen. You half-heartedly interact with who I would guess is his mother. And she appears to be the only one sort of watching your kids, who both screech and stampede the brewery patio like banshees. Breweries are not a playpen for your kids. It seems that you have developed the skill of tuning them out, and I have no doubt that is helpful. But I worked 40 hours this week and I did not buy a $10 drink to watch you kids run wild- I came here to relax and unwind. Consider a babysitter next time. Maybe your mother in law would be willing to stay home with the kids. Imagine, it could be you and your husband, he in his phone, you looking off into the great beyond, praying to god that this is not your one and only precious life.