Today we went to a birthday party at the big cheesy mouse house - one of my least favorite places on the planet. The pizza is bad, the place is crowded, noisy, full of germs and unsupervised kids, and I get a little crazy playing skeeball.
Anyone who knows me will tell you I am NOT an arcade type person. I get my kicks by gardening, sewing, cooking, baking--basically anything that lets me create. This is why I cannot explain how I acted today.
When we arrived, child o'mine headed straight for the games. I followed him around, let him choose what he'd like to play, helped if needed and cheered him on. About 20 kiddie games and a whopping 3 tickets later, he is hungry and heads over to the party crowd for pizza. I decide I'll sneak off and try my hand at skeeball; just play long enough to get some tickets so my child can get a prize before we leave. Next thing I know I'm hogging two lanes, hootin' and hollering every time I hit anything above 10 and wont let my 4 YEAR OLD throw one of my balls (I think I even told him, "Not now honey, Mama needs a new pair of shoes!") . The kid standing next to me is saying, "Wow, she's really good!" and I'm all, "Yeah, I played a lot of skeeball when I was a kid." I was totally embarrassing myself but too caught up in the skeeball rush to realize it.
As soon as we left and re-entered the real world, I suddenly became aware of my actions at the skeeball lanes and was a bit disgusted. I felt like I needed a hot shower, but since we were so far from home I did the next best thing. I strapped my sweet boy in his car seat, drove through the parking lot to the big giant book store and went inside toregain my dignity read books with my son. After a few chapters of Frog and Toad are Friends and Little Bear, all was right with the world. I think we will be out of town for the next birthday party at the big cheesy mouse house...
Anyone who knows me will tell you I am NOT an arcade type person. I get my kicks by gardening, sewing, cooking, baking--basically anything that lets me create. This is why I cannot explain how I acted today.
When we arrived, child o'mine headed straight for the games. I followed him around, let him choose what he'd like to play, helped if needed and cheered him on. About 20 kiddie games and a whopping 3 tickets later, he is hungry and heads over to the party crowd for pizza. I decide I'll sneak off and try my hand at skeeball; just play long enough to get some tickets so my child can get a prize before we leave. Next thing I know I'm hogging two lanes, hootin' and hollering every time I hit anything above 10 and wont let my 4 YEAR OLD throw one of my balls (I think I even told him, "Not now honey, Mama needs a new pair of shoes!") . The kid standing next to me is saying, "Wow, she's really good!" and I'm all, "Yeah, I played a lot of skeeball when I was a kid." I was totally embarrassing myself but too caught up in the skeeball rush to realize it.
As soon as we left and re-entered the real world, I suddenly became aware of my actions at the skeeball lanes and was a bit disgusted. I felt like I needed a hot shower, but since we were so far from home I did the next best thing. I strapped my sweet boy in his car seat, drove through the parking lot to the big giant book store and went inside to
2 comments:
I love it! Very funny.
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