My night consisted of popcorn being spilled all over the people in front of us, dirty looks from said people, because my freaking kids would not quit talking and moving from seat to seat, while kicking poor people in the back of their heads, whining, begging for food and drinks (after I had just taken them to Burger King on the way there), bathroom breaks right in the middle of the whole production because they just couldn't wait until intermission (even though I made them go like 3 times before we went, as to avoid this). . . . . . . . and to top it all off, my Precious, PRECIOUS Ava managed to find some ABC gum on the floor of the place and was rather enjoying it. You know, twisting it around her finger, chomp, CHOMP, CHOMPING away until I realized that I had NOT given her any gum. I must be a horrible mother, because I actually had the NERVE to take it away from her.
Oh the fits she can throw . . . . . . . UNBELIEVABLE.
Although I think I kept myself fairly composed, I was actually crying on the inside, thinking of all the foul things she had just exposed her little mouth to, and also, wondering if I was going to make it until the end of the show without having a nervous breakdown. It was close . . . . but I made it, and luckily, my kids are still alive. We made it home, bypassing the ice cream I promised them if they were good.
Naughty Kids = No Ice Cream = Pissed Kids = Crazy Loca Mother.
Next time I mention doing anything like this again, please advise me to go and get my little guy Walter from his secret hiding place, and shoot myself in my own foot, because THAT, my friends would be more enjoyable than the night I just had.