I would write an intro to this post, but I'm feeling a little rebellious.
Anyway, here are some of the problems I have everytime I take my kids to McDonald's.
1. Getting kids to eat their food before they play.
When I was a snot-nosed kid and there was an extra special occasion, my parents rewarded us with a trip to McDonald's.
They didn't love us enough to buy us happy meals.
Actually, it probably had more to do with the fact that there were 7 kids in our family and $50 worth of happy meals didn't sound like a fun way of spending money.
We had to eat everything we ordered before we could play.
I thought my parents were such jerk-offs for this.
I swore to my 10 year old self, that I would never be such a jerk-off to my kids. never.
Fast forward 22 years, and I'm sitting here in McDonald's at 6:45pm verbally threatening my children to eat all their food or we will leave without playing and I'm not joking around one bit mister.
Funny thing is, all the other bad mom's here are having the same threat session with their little angels.
I just made eye contact with one and we nodded to each other in mean mom solidarity.
You know how you make mom friends just by a single look that acknowledges the struggle is real?
Yeah, we did that. And now her and I are BFFs.
I don't know her name and will probs never see her again but we are still best friends.
I rewarded her by taking a creepy picture when she wasn't looking so I can scrapbook it.
2. When a bunch of teenagers come in to play.
I am all for teenagers having their fun. Just not around a bunch of small hyper children.
Someone is going to get hurt. (I can't believe I just typed that.)
Everyone knows: If you have pubes, you can't play on the Playplace.
They obviously didn't read the rules.
These cute girls rolled into the Playplace and chaos ensued.
They were running around and screaming louder than the kids were.
I helped them take a group pic under the condition that I may also take a picture and talk trash about them on my mom-blog.
3. Finding used Band-aids.
I still find used band-aids all the time.
4. Every time a little girl screams I think it's my 5 year old boy.
One time, a shrill scream came from the slide. A dad who was there with his 3 girls got annoyed, yelled out for the screaming to stop.
Right then, Precious little Ryan crawls out of the slide, shrieking, like a girl with huge grin on his face.
5. Dirty black feet.
It's filthy there.
I really should just stop taking my kids there.
But we all know I won't, because now McDonald's sells breakfast all day and I regularly make bad parenting decisions.
Oh yeah, McDonald's has free wifi too.
And I like when my hair and clothes smells like fried animal giblets after we leave. <3