It seemed like a good idea at the time.
I mean hey, we had been indoors all day, it was lashing rain, the Snot Queen had decided that naps were sooooo last week and was doing her best to injure herself on any and all hard surfaces in our home and himself had yet to get dressed which meant that we had to keep the blinds closed and live like moles (or teenage boys) lest the neighbors catch a glimpse of his skivvies.
Enter Monkey Maze. "Europe's largest indoor activity centre for kids..." On a Sunday. A rainy Sunday. Do you see what I'm getting at here?
The place was chaos. Apparently, we weren't the only ones to have this brainstorm. It was mob rule for the under 10's. We headed for the toddler area and set the Snot Queen free to wreak havoc with her peers.
Over the course of the next hour all of my emotions were pushed to the limit. Exasperation as the Snot Queen escaped the baby enclosure and made a break for the "big kids" area for the umpteenth time, Rage, as three boys who were most definitely NOT 1 - 4 years invaded the toddler zone and knocked her over (only a desire to not end up in court kept me from kicking all of their asses)Panic, as I lost sight of her temporarily in the ball pit and extreme pride as my baby managed to climb the stairs to the slide ALL BY HERSELF, a task she'd been too small for a mere 5 weeks ago.
By the time we left, myself and himself were wrecked. The Snot Queen was still going strong and tiny one, bless her, had slept through the entire visit despite having had her eyes and nose vigorously investigated by a passing toddler.
Next week, I think we'll just stay home.