The time has come to say Goodbye. Au revoir and happily not adieu.
I have waited for this day for the last 9 years. We first met each other when Beansey was about 5 months old, you seemed like a good idea at the time, a safe place, somewhere to go to meet other like minded mums, we all soon came to realise that you were indeed not safe, but a soul sucking, losing the will to live, kind of place. Yet, like a crack addicted whore, we kept coming back for more and more.
We berated you, we moaned and groaned but still your power to bewitch was strong. Week after week we trudged back for more punishment. More bad coffee and toddler screaming induced headaches.
The noise, oh the noise, the shrieks of feral children, usually so well behaved. It wasn't just the mothers that were intoxicated by you, but our little darlings changed.
They became shouty and boisterous. Feral kids in an urban jungle.
Today as I sat in your room with no natural light, I had a light bulb moment. Or rather a too bright, fluorescent light moment. Today would be the last day I darkened your soulless room with my precious cargo, it would be the last time we ate crappy chips and drank dishwater like coffee. The last time my Pixie was bitten and running around like a loony girl in a pit that smells of cheesy feet. The petri dish of germs that fester and multiply. For Pixie is now 4 and too old for your ways. She was bored of you today and asking to leave as I have been this past decade.
Today was the day after a 9 year long addiction I broke free.
You see, Pixie is 4 now and I have no other baby. Today I broke free of your soul destroying ways. I walked into the sunlight and breathed in the fresh air.
Goodbye soft play hell.
Peace and Love