Clubbin' It at Chuck E. Cheese

Decided that today was going to be a fun day with the kids.  Chris went on an ice fishing trip with some friends so I thought, I'm going out with the munchkins.  First we go to the library, then to lunch, round that out with a nice nap for all in the early afternoon.  (Yes, I still love a good nap.) So, to spend the remainder of the day, I'm thinking, "Let's hang out with some friends."  Perfect.  Chuck E. Cheese is the suggested destination.  I have never been to this pizza establishment with my children, but it must be harmless, right?

Riiiiight.  Here are a few "things you should know" for those wanting to head out to Chuck E. Cheese with the family...

1:  If you're looking for a nice quiet dinner... forget it.  My head is still ringing from the noise level.
2:  If you enjoy going to an establishment that throws birthday parties with lots of screaming kids, well then sign yourself up.  I swear there were 4 parties going on at the same time.  The staff was made to do some really pathetic dance moves and it was obvious they hated their jobs.
3:  If you're looking to expose your children to their first "stand in line for hours waiting to get into a nightclub," you have found a gem.  Luckily this did not happen to us when walking in, because I certainly would have marched right back to the car and informed Gavin that Chuck E. was caught in a mouse trap and couldn't play today.  Seriously.  There was a line that had formed and was at least 20 people deep.
4:  Plan to lose your child at least once during your stay.  I couldn't find Gavin when he crawled into the mouse house play-thing and another time when he decided to wander over to some game.
5:  Go with friends.  This makes the experience much more fun and there are more eyes to look for your lost child.  (please refer back to #4).

I have to admit that both kids had fun playing games and both ate their dinner.  Apparently, the crowd is not nearly as, let say lively, in the early afternoon.  Will I attempt to go and visit again?  Probably.  I'm a glutton for punishment.

xoxo -k.