peanut wonderings: is there a place you dread going?

It's a tie. I hate walking over to my kitchen sink. My dishes whisper mean things at me all day for neglecting them so I just avoid it. But I think I equally dread going to this place just as much as I hate my stuffed porcelain sink. See if you can figure out where it is by this short video:

Welcome to my personal purgatory: McDonald's Playland. The last time we visited, we were blessed to witness the following chaos: 

the small jungle gym shaking violently

the chicken nugget vomit coating the newly-remodeled tile floor

the vacant eyes of mom's as they scanned their iPhones and avoided watching their kiddos

the incessant shrills of ten-year old boys and girls (aren't they too old for that thing?)

the smell of grease permeating the too-small parent sitting area

the groups of adorable moms I wish I was friends with avoiding eye contact with me

the large amount of food on the ground available to my ten-month old

Walking into any playland just makes me nauseated. I don't know what's worse: the greasy food or the screaming kids, but my stomach knots within seconds of stepping in that place. However, Mya loves it. She can't get enough of it so I take her there so she can be among people and scream with the other children because she knows she is not allowed to scream like that at home.

**I sent this video to a good friend of mine after we got home. She texted me three words back: bathe them well. Don't worry...we did.