Every Tuesday I take Emma to Story Time (sponsored by First Things First) at our local library. This particular one is specifically for kids ages 2 to 3, but there are always kids younger and older than that. Parents (or whoever the kid is with) are required to stay in there with their kid. There is a different letter of focus every week, and there are stories that revolve around subjects that begin with the letter of the week (today was L and the stories were about Lady Bugs). There are little songs and dances in between the stories, then at the end they blow bubbles for the kids to run around a pop. Emma loves it! For me it's a half hour of pure unadulterated HELL! Oh dear GOD how I HATE it. I dread it, I dread it alllll week long. Tuesdays when I wake up I think to myself, oh shit it's story time day. The best time of the whole week is right after it's over because I know it's the furthest away from the next story time that I will ever get.
Why do I hate it so much? I'm sure you are wondering how bad could it really be!? It's bad. First of all, bless her heart, the story time lady's voice is nerve grinding! She sort of condescending too; whatever story time lady, you think you're better than me!?!?! But that's not even really what's so bad, it's just the cherry on top of the horribly annoying and worst 30 minutes of my entire week. It's the other parents, and it's the other "children". Yes children is in quotations because sometimes I wonder if they are children or Satan incarnate. I know that these types of things are just beginning in my life, and that I'm in for many years to come of crap like this, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. This is one of those things I'm going to keep in my arsenal and remind her of when she doesn't want to take me in when I'm old and senile.
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