After my sister's graduation, we headed over to a restaurant to eat lunch and celebrate her success. The Menace decided that he'd rather play games in the arcade, and my family so lovingly /sarcasm/ offered me to go with him. We didn't actually play any games. Instead, I encouraged him to pretend he was actually shooting the zombies and driving the car. Three year olds don't notice those kinds of things, right? Then, my two sisters and I all helped him use the bathroom. We taught him how to scrub his hands well and dry them off with a paper towel. Smiling apologetically at another lady in the restroom, I hoped she didn't mind we took so long. She seemed to be patiently waiting to use the sink.
So, after he washed his hands, he took off out the door, and I chased him--in heels -_-. Our cat and mouse game took us around the jukebox twice, embarrassing me in front of two guys a little younger than me. I grabbed him and did my best to hold tight and carry him back to our table. Along the way, he kept conversing loudly. "Play games! Go play games!"
"No, Menace." I cooed. "We have to eat lunch first and then we can play. We're inside, so remember to speak softly." I talked softly, encouraging him to copy my speech volume. Nothing I said worked. I don't know how Moms do it. I kept feeling the need to apologize again and again to everyone trying to enjoy a good meal. His noise level was unbearable ><. Finally, when we reached our table, he calmed down a little and then took off again for the arcade. His father followed after him instead. My tired body needed a rest. Now I knew why my sister only took the minimum hours she needed to be a full-time student
That Menace makes me want to never have kids. I'll stick to my cats and I'll like them! I can just get a harness and strap my cat to my belly. I doubt I'll ever miss having children. Think about that for a second though...What if I had to chase the Menace around while studying for finals @.@. I really don't know how my older sister did it. With a child distracting me, my grades would've definitely suffered. I've heard stories of single mothers who've had two children and still become valedictorian. They are some very brave and hardworking souls.
|My cat child and I in the future~|