>> 31 December 2010
Lots of kids stuff this week- sorry but I write what I'm living and this week I'm living kids.
I took the kids to Dave and Busters yesterday- my two plus my goddaughter- the Princess. Not the easiest thing to entertain 3 teenagers even the middle of Suburbia. Hence our foray into bowling and Dave and Buster's and God only knows what's next. We're trying all kinds of crazy things this week. Hell today might be SkyZone- Indoor trampolining. You never know.
So anyhoodle...I take the kids to Dave and Buster's- for those of you who never been it's an indoor arcade for people and pedophiles too old for Chuckie Cheese.
Holy Smokes- I'm not sure I can do that again anytime soon at least not until I take out a second on the house. Fastest hundred bucks I've ever spent, which would have been fine had the food not SUH-ucked. How do you screw up a steak salad people? It's not hard. A little lettuce, some steak, a few other veggies and you're golden. But no- you have to throw on the most god-awful dressing I ever tasted. What the hell was that? Egg? Garlic? Fresh beetles?
We get out from our 15 minutes of entertainment (just kidding) and I announce I want to run over to Borders to grab a book. Of course everyone in my family knows what that means. We aren't a run into the bookstore and pick up a book kind of people. We're a peruse thoughtfully, grab a few we're considering, sit in the cafe, order a beverage and mull over our options kinda people.
Ex-Librarian- our colors run deep.
Before the words even leave my mouth the Princess pipes up in her most snotty tone she muster, "I don't want to go to Borders. TAKE ME HOME."
Every parent has a button. A button once pushed, automatically causes the parent to see red. Self-centered, snotty, disrespectful kids is mine. If kids are smart they avoid this button at all costs. The Princess- having been in our lives all this time should know by now.
I literally saw red.
I held it in. Although I tell you my internal monologue was going a mile a minute. Starting with you spoiled, self-centered little brat, ending with...well it's really not worth repeating.
I held it in till I got to the car. I didn't scream. I didn't yell. I calmly looked her in the eye and let her have it. Starting with "Don't ever talk to me in that tone of voice again...." I'll spare you the rest.
It's always iffy, disciplining other people's kids. I hope to hell I've done my job right so no one else ever has to discipline mine but I also hope if needed someone else cares enough about my kid to do so.
It takes a village people, it takes a village.