Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect, it means that you have decided to look beyond life’s imperfections…

chuck e cheeseThere is a place in this world where children gladly and joyfully enter and adults only do so with trepidation. In fact, adults are often bullied by their children to cross the threshold of this most unholy and germ infested establishment. Chuck E. Cheese.

The food there is both greasy and dry, tasteless and unappetizing. Perfect for children. It is loud inside this ‘restaurant’ in a ringing sort of way which prevents coherent thought. Adults, when confronted with the overwhelming noise of games and squealing children, cease to function and allow their over excited progeny to take control. It is chaos. And that is where we spent our Saturday. Joy.

A friend’s daughter had requested that her birthday party take place in this house of horrors and like imbeciles, we agreed to attend. The boys were ecstatic.

Upon entering, we were bombarded by noise at a decibel that is harmful to your hearing. It was, of course, packed beyond capacity since Saturday is the BEST day for a birthday party. Everyone and their uncle had turned out to celebrate birthdays for kids aged 1 to 15. We circled the entire place three times before we found an empty table. I could actually feel my eye begin to twitch at the sensory overload. At that point, our friend was a no-show.

Hubby ordered a pizza and got tokens, which were the real reason we were there in the first place.  While he was gone, I was treated to the sight of a young girl vomiting on the floor about 3 yards away. There was no telling if she had the flu, had eaten too much or was overly excited. It made me want to race out and never return.

Hubby returned and took our bouncy children into the melee to ride rides and play games. Sometime shortly before the pizza arrived, our friend showed up with the rest of the crew and the search for tables began anew. It was still packed and now the challenge wasn’t just finding a table, it was to find more than one…next to each other.

Once settled, we allowed the children to consume the pizza and sugary drinks. *sigh* Sometimes you just have to let go. We spent three grueling hours there before Hubby and I reached our absolute limit.  On our way out, Luke Skywalker cried tears of frustration and sorrow that we were leaving. He cried most of the 45 minute drive home.

Ellwood and Luke Skywalker want to go back. They will probably go again. When they have children of their own.

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7 Responses to Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect, it means that you have decided to look beyond life’s imperfections…

  1. Mom says:

    The children and I went to Mega Play this afternoon. Wish you had that option. It requires more physical output by the children than Chuck E. Cheese. And I haven’t seen a sick child in three visits ( 2 to 2 1/2 hours each). Food is available but not as much in the forefront as CEC. Noise level is loud but the ceiling is much MUCH higher and space around isn’t tight, so it isn’t as noticeable as much as a problem. If I can take it, most anyone else can.

  2. Mom says:

    And we wonder why children can’t sit still at the dinner table for just one meal. Their minds as well as their bodies are constantly up and down and up and down–not focused on polite conversation. Oh, I forgot, children don’t participate in table talk these days. Sorry for the sarcasm. Guess I’m just getting too old and have too high expectations of young ones these days. Manners? Respect anyone?

    • I think there’s a difference between meal time @ Chuck E. Cheese and meal time @ home. That being said, some kids are more challenging than others. It doesn’t help in our household that Luke Skywalker can play me like a fiddle and knows exactly what to say to get out of the chair @ dinner time. We are working on dinner conversation. It’s a work in progress.

      • Mom says:

        Has Luke Skywalker joined the chair seating of the rest of us or is he still in the plastic scaffolding? Being different (i.e. seating) might give him some reasons to think he IS different at the table from everyone else. Just an observation.

      • Yes, he is in the scaffolding, but that’s because we only own three kitchen chairs. With the advent of the job, I will be looking to change that. Thanks for the insight. I think you may be on to something.

  3. julie says:

    I will admit, when my kids were very young, I longed to go to Chuck E. Cheese. My toddler-addled brain needed a break from them talking at me. Constantly. I wanted them to get in the damn ball pit and shut up. I did not care about germs.

    I was WITH someone whose child puked there. When it happened. I’ve seen the horror firshand.

    And I would rather have a fingernail removed to regrow slowly over a year than go back there now.

    But when Jack and Karly were two and four? A glass of Chuck E. Cheese chardonnay went down very nicely.

    Not proud. Just honest.

    • There is no shame in finding a way to deal with over-exuberant children. Chuck E. Cheese just made me all twitchy. I really don’t think I could go again, though the kids have both been begging for it.

      My current favorite stress reliever is to take them to the gym and allow the young nursery attendants to deal with them for about an hour or so. I get to watch tv and maybe work off some of the weight they added to me by giving birth to them.

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