And he STILL didn’t sleep through the night
We’re currently on the Great Family Tour of 2010, visiting relatives in several parts of the country between trips home for E to take his midterms and me to regain my sanity. On Friday we celebrated one of my nephew’s birthday in the grand tradition of generic children’s entertainment everywhere: Chuck E Cheese. In the hopes that I could eat my pizza and caffeine free Diet Coke (damn fetus) in peace, I bought the world’s most overpriced balloon. Although I personally found it terrifying, it has provided at least three children several hours of entertainment. Best $2.19 I’ve ever spent.
My child ran in circles ALL DAY and yet he still got up at midnight and 3 am, demanding attention and milk. Why exactly did I think a screaming infant would be a good addition to this scenario?