Where A Who Can Be A Huh?

I know Easter was this weekend. And I do hope you had a good one. And although it was special and beautiful and my kids looked a.dorable. that's not what I want to talk about today.

Instead I want to leave you with this one question; hopefully to get your morning off on a roll. Get your thoughts swirling. Get your mind working.

Here goes:

Several years ago when I was praying for children...

when I was desperately praying that God would give me children......

and when people would remind me of the sleepless nights that last for 18 years,

or the panic attacks that would come every time you take them to a store

and they leave your sight,

or the money that would continually go to everything under the sun

for THEM and never for YOU

or the fact that you would go 14 years without a date night with your husband....

and when people would remind me of these things and I would say, "no, no, I really want children, I do, I do, I really want them,".........

when all of this was happening.....

why didn't anyone anywhere ever once tell me about the perils

of a little place in hell called........

Chuck. E. Cheese?

Why?

Shame on all of you who have had children all this time.

Shame on you for not telling the newbie.

For shame.

May you sleep tonight dreaming that your child spent your retirement money on tokens for Wac-A-Chuck E. and that the little girl who spent the evening puking in the stall next to me, is in your carpool line this week.

Amen.