While I Am At It, Why Not Just Torture Myself?
June 29, 2006
So just to recap:
It’s STILL Raining.
It could stop anytime now, and I wouldn’t mind. At all.
Today actually started out beautiful. I woke up to the sun shining, muggy, but what appeared to be a potentially nice day. I ran Spiff over to the designated meeting place so he could spend the night with friends, and got back home in time to get Scamp ready to go to his playdate. He insisted we watch The Wonder Pets before we left, so we did.
Then we got ready to meet his friend at the dreaded of all places. I can’t believe I actually agreed to go there, to be honest.
We had agreed to meet our friend at Chuck E. Cheese.
I know, I’m certifiable.
This place is so horrible. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s colorful, kid-friendly, video-gamey goodness is exactly what the kids love; but the parents? I don’t know about you, but I’m checking my watch every ten seconds to see how soon I can convince the kids to get the heck outta there. I think I’ve even resorted to bribery to achieve that goal. Whatever it takes.
We got there before my friend arrived. She had phoned while we were en route to let us know she was running behind. Scamp was immediately hit with sensory overload; and I was afraid that this time for him would be like his last time; complete with screaming and wanting to go home ten seconds after he walked in.
Actually, I was kind of hoping for that reaction, and was kind of disappointed when I didn’t get it, but I digress…
This time? He was EXCITED! He was READY! He wanted to go see Chuck performing on the stage, and ran into the “Theatre Room” to get a closer look.
And then turned right back around and ran back to me. Hid behind my legs and said; “Mom, Chuck E. Cheese is scary.”
“Yes, son, he is.”
We ate pizza (regret #1), played skee ball (my favorite), lost tokens in 3 games (regret #2), but generally had a great time.
There were 3 church groups of kids there, and I can’t explain what it is about those groups, but they seem to always have the kids who push and shove and barrel their way around the place, and there never seems to be anyone watching them while they do it. Is there a separate room that those chaperones get to go to while the kids play and create havoc? If so, I want in. Because with all the screaming, and the running, and the pushing, and the yelling, (and that was the other kids!) that private room would have been nice for some peace and quiet.
That would have made the trip just that much better.
Now I can cross that off my yearly to do list.
See you next year, Chuck!
June 29th, 2006 at 10:23 pm
No!!!!!!!!!!!! Not the Rat Palace! Noooo!
Desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess. Poor You.
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