Adult-Only Starbucks?
Friday, February 29th, 2008
Today I had the opportunity to ESCAPE! (Yay for Chewydad!) I headed to Starbucks and ordered my favorite drink–venti, skinny, two-Splenda latte. I snuggled into a cozy chair in the corner and read. I had brought my iPod in, but I ended up enjoying the music they had playing in the store. I was so relaxed, reading my book, sipping my latte, listening to the music with the hum of conversation in the background. And then they walked in.
A young couple with a boy around the age of two and a girl who appeared to be about six. The woman went to the counter and stood in the long line for what seemed like forever and ordered a drink. The man stood in the space in front of my chair and proceeded to flip the girl upside and tickle her. She screamed! And then after he put her down, the two kids began climbing up and down off of barstools, ramming their heads into the man’s leg, yelling to each other, runing in circles, and generally making me dizzy.
I darned near picked up my stuff and headed home. I mean, if I wanted total chaos, I could read my book at home with three people trying to talk to me, a certain five-year-old girl screaming at her brothers and tattling, and the tv running, along with the sound of the Wii in the background.
And for a change in my usual “pro-kid” way of thinking, I decided that someone needs to have a restaurant or coffee shop in this town with a no kids area. I mean, when I want to take my kids with me, I’m all for kid-friendly. But sheesh, sometimes I just want a BREAK!
After what seemed like hours but was probably only twenty minutes, the noisy family left, and everyone in Starbucks relaxed. By then I had to go to the bathroom, so I just packed up and headed home. Where I am now, listening to the sound of two tvs, two boys annoying their sister who is screaming at them, and water running in the kitchen.
*This post was written last Sunday, but not posted until today. So I’m not literally, now, listening to tvs, etc. And I didn’t just now enjoy a Starbucks latte. Now I’m hitting “post” really quick before I take a kid to the doctor, and after I straightened the kitchen, wiped down the potty, sucked up a few cat hairballs with the vacuum, and threw a load of clothes into the wash.

