purplejuli (purplejuli) wrote,

Craptastic Weekend from Hell


Where to begin?  Saturday was Andy's birthday party at this place called Jeepers at the Jersey Gardens Mall in Elizabeth, New Jersey.  I don't know why I forgot how much I hate that mall when I booked it, but I did.  Sight unseen.  I knew from the web page that it was a Chuck E. Cheese type of place but it seemed cooler.  So I made my deposit and was all happy because I was throwing my baby an awesome party where all I had to do was plunk down my plastic.

Um, yeah, it didn't work out quite that way.  When we arrived at the place I went to the counter and asked what I was supposed to do to check in with our "Personal Party Pro."  I was pointed to a cafeteria style table set for a party... tablecloth, plates, napkins, that was sandwiched between 2 other tables with six inches in between them.  The surrounding tables had dumped all of their crap on my table-- gifts, coats, garbage.  On top of the plates and such.  I asked our "Personal Party Pro" about the private party room I'd seen on the website.  She told me it was next to the bumper cars for an additional $50.  I took it and shouldn't have.  The bumper cars made a sound somewhere between a dozen grinding gears and skinning a live cat.  It scared the crap out of Andy.  The "private" room also looked like it hadn't been swept in a year.  It was fifteen minutes into our two-hour party before the "Personal Party Pro" re-set the table in the new area.  I keep typing "Personal Party Pro" in quotes because this girl was so the opposite of that phrase that there really are no words.  Girlfriend was so quiet in this crazy arcade atmosphere I had to make her repeat herself 15 times and even then I was still guessing at what she was saying. 

I could keep typing all the things that sucked about this place forever so let me just make a list.
1. Two slices of pizza per kid was really one regular sized piece cut in half.
2. Every time the "Pro" told me we were ready for the next activity, I gathered up all the kids (a difficult task) and then tried to keep them together for 10 minutes while she got everything ready and started.
3.  For a two-hour party, the kids spent at least 45 minutes standing around waiting for the "Pro."
4.  Every time I needed something from the "Pro" I had to hunt her down and found her doing something else.
5.  The pinata they supplied was filled with candy so stale, it shattered when it hit the floor.  Things like tootsie rolls.
6.  When I complained to the manager he acted like I was out of my mind and that nothing was out of the ordinary. 
7.  Now I just realized that while the manager told me that he was taking off $5 per kid to make up for the mess, I just looked at their web site and he did no such thing.  He charged me the full $20 per kid for the party package I picked.

I will be contacting the corporate offices tomorrow for a full refund.

After the party, we went back to my parents' house.  Nathan started vomiting.  Not dainty little baby spit-up, this was full-force projectile hurling.  We brought him home, put him to bed.  Around 3:30 in the morning and continuing every 20 minutes for the rest of the day, Wayne started vomiting.  I was in the bathroom every fifteen minutes too, starting around 6.  We spent the whole day running between the couch and the bathroom.  It sucked.

I was up at 4:30 today to pick up the boys.  Steve and I agreed I'd get them from his house so he didn't have to worry about getting them up early and taking them to work with him, all panicky that I'd be late.  So I went to his house and was outside and called him and found he had them at work because Joey woke up super early and Andy had thrown up all over his bed and Joey's, requiring a shower and linens change.  So Steve didn't want to leave them with Rachel when they were potentially sick but he forgot to call me and let me know.  So I went from his house and got to his work, where he was waiting with the boys.

I went to my parents' for the day and while we were there, my mom got really sick, so we left early.  Andy was also really pale and lethargic all day.

At least I can hope that this week ends better than it began.  Three days till Disney.

Tags: momminess
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