I had my first encounter with Chuck E Cheese today.  The triplets were invited to their first non-relative birthday party this weekend for a cute little girl in their class.  I was excited to go because the triplets love anything that has to do with birthday parties and fun, so I knew we would be in for a winning day.

I was wrong.  My first mistake was taking three four-year old children to this crazy birthday establishment by myself.  What on earth was I thinking?  Most of the other kids invited to the party had both the mom and the dad present at the party.  From the second I stepped my foot through the door of Chuck E Cheese, it was a completely chaotic environment.  There were several birthdays being held at the same time and the place was swarming with children and their parents running behind them trying to keep up.

My kids were given tokens and then they fled in different directions for games to play.  This morning I was sent a picture of a child molester by my friend and we all recognize him as a member of our gym.  So today, I was on pedophile high alert.  I spent the next hour and a half trying to help three kids play three different games at the same time.  I was sweating.  I was not having fun at all.  The triplets were having a blast.

At one point a parent turned to me and said, “I bet you don’t spend much time relaxing do you?”  Ummmm, no I hardly ever relax at all.  But then I thought I would turn my negative in to a positive and I said, “but it’s okay because one day I am going to get all the relaxation I need.  Just not today.”  Yeah me!! I had a Tony Robbins moment!

I pawned Preston off on his best friend and his mother without asking her if that was okay.  I was desperate and quite frankly, I didn’t have any time to ask permission.  I needed help and I was drowning in a sea of kids, tokens, tickets and cheap games (half of which didn’t even work).  My child pawn technique only worked for about five minutes.  It was clear this other mom didn’t want to manage any more than her own single child, extremely manageable situation.

Chuck E Cheese got some bad press years ago for harboring disgusting germs and bacteria harmful to our children.  I was hoping they had rectified this situation as I watched my kids touch every slimy game in sight.

I will never go back to the Cheese again.  For as long as I live.  I cannot think of a worse way to spend an afternoon.  Chuck E Cheese just seems like the worst kind of American establishment: a lot of cheap and cheesy with very little class.

The kids really liked it though.

What I loved to see today between the mobs and mayhem was my boy Preston’s social skills fully developing.  He has made this friend at school and Preston’s adoration toward this friend is major.  He talks about this friend every day and asks for a play date with him on a daily basis.  I thought that perhaps this adoration was one-sided, but much to the mothership’s delight, today I realized it was mutual. At the Cheese, Preston and his friend played together non-stop.  He sat with him during pizza and cake.  They were two adorable little chums enjoying a special 4-year-old friendship.

I would include some pictures in this post, but I was too busy running around like a mad woman to take any.  I will include one picture of this handsome kid, my only son.  What a guy.

Check out Mr. Rico Suave

On the way home from the Cheese as I was stopped at a stop sign, I witnessed child abuse.  While the light was still red, a disheveled woman jumped out of her car in a hurried fashion, swung open the door to the backseat and beat on the boys fooling around just long enough for the light to turn green and then she jumped back in to the front seat and pretended that nothing ever happened.

Dear stop light child abuser,

This is for you:

Until next time, the mothership is signing off.

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3 thoughts on “The Cheese

  • March 18, 2012 at 10:13 pm
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    Absolutely agree… we have one nearby and it is pretty yuck… with a constant aroma of old pizza grease. Glad to hear your boy made you proud.

    Enjoy your website very much.

    Jason 🙂

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    • March 19, 2012 at 7:04 am
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      Jason, so good to hear from you. Glad you like my blog. 🙂

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  • March 20, 2012 at 5:26 pm
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    I always loved CEC but I have only one child, and I didn’t like it until he was much older; like too old to still go (like last week when he went with friends).

    That pic is FANTASTIC. He looks just like Dick (my mom said he did).

    Gorgeous.

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