Don’t give in
I must not give in. Never. Not again!
I do many things for my kids. Sometimes things that I just don’t feel like but I’ll do it and I’ll enjoy it. I don’t do Games Arcades though. It’s not me. The noise, the flashing lights, the heat. I don’t do arcades. I’m like a mother duck on red bull, looking for her ducks in a pond full of crocodiles. I just don’t do arcades.
For some very insane reason, I told the boys they could go for a very short while this afternoon. Why oh why do I go against my own better judgement?
There I was, screaming looking for the other three boys constantly, all the while standing by Zander. One of the BIG reasons I don’t like these arcades are the fact that other people just do not understand personal space. EVER. Zander was playing a game where he throws balls into a hoop. I stand there to pass him the balls and within split seconds of starting the game we had more spectators than I needed. They actually pushed between me and Zander on more than one occasion. They were alternating between passing him the ball and throwing some themselves. All the time. I kept on asking them to move away. We moved on to another game and the same happened.
The one time they pushed between us, I took a photo on my cellphone. This doesn’t do the situation justice though. I didn’t get the whole group behind these guys in.
I ended up telling Zander that we had no more coins, just so that we could stop playing. It freaks me out.
I’m sorry but I honestly just don’t do arcades. Not a proper place that.