The land where everyone went to breed...

If you've been keeping up with this blog, you know how much I adore children! You also know that the community that we call home is the land where everyone went to breed. I've often talked about the level of tolerance required to get through each day thanks to your delightful children.

Well, something wonderful happened! Or so I thought. An actual bar opened up in suburbialand. A sports bar to be exact - complete with a former Redskin coach as an owner. I've been wanting to stop by for a few weeks since it opened and just haven't had the opportunity. This past Friday afternoon I thought would be a great day for some cocktails and I did not feel like cooking. So we head to the sports bar. It is about 7 pm and I'm expecting to see a happy hour leftover crowd. We go in and get a table. We see a family with about 3 kids sitting in the big booth beside us. I'm thinking wow that is weird, I don't think I'd be bringing my kids to a bar no matter how early it is. The parents are pounding beers and the kids are being so loud. Then another table comes in. A few more kids. Another. Then another. Baby seats, booster seats, high chairs???? WTF??? This is a damn sports bar. I begin counting the little bastards. Through the time that I had two drinks and an appetizer, there were EIGHTEEN FUCKING CHILDREN in a bar. The waiter was not very attentive to us because he was running back and forth filling fucking sippy cups the entire time. When he stopped by our table, I said we've never been here before, is it always like a damn day care in here?? He said pretty much. I said I guess paying customers are paying customers. He said oh yeah those kids meals really add up on the checks. I said I was expecting more of a happy hour crowd and he said not so much. I said what everyone picks up their brats from day care and thinks I know let's all head on over to the sports bar for dinner? He said yeah that is what it seems like. Oh and if that isn't bad enough, they put a baby changing station in the bathroom. You really should not put the word bar in the name of your establishment if it isn't in fact a bar.

So, it isn't bad enough that you and your fucking kids have ruined the bike trail, every single shopping experience that I have to endure, the post office, every other restaurant in the area, and the movies (even an R-rated movie at the latest showing). Now I can't even go to a fucking sports BAR to have a couple of drinks without it being day care??

Don't even bother giving me the song and dance where just because you made the decision to breed doesn't mean that you have to give up your life. That is precisely what having a child means. It means that life as you know it for the foreseeable future is done. If you want to pretend to have some normalcy, have date nights and swap nights with some friends who have made the decision to end their lives as they know it also.

Seriously, you are not doing your brat any favors by making them think they are entitled to take over everything. This is just not how the world works.