I hate Chuck E. Cheese. With a passion.
I would rather punch myself in the face (or worse) then go there.
I went against everything I believe in, and took my kids not once, but twice (the last two Saturdays) to this horrid place for their friends birthday parties.
Ava informed me that she wants her 8th birthday to be at Chuck E. Cheese.
I said yes.
I deserve a medal.
(Honestly . . . It wasn't that bad, and it made them happy. I felt a little less selfish, so it was actually pretty awesome).