I look forward to the weekend. Not because I get to sleep in, my toddlers don’t allow that, but because usually me and my husband try to sneak away for a date. Well last Friday, we were determined to see Django, but sneaking away for three hours early enough that I won’t fall asleep in the theatre has proven to be a challenge. So, we opted for Haunted House.
We didn’t get a chance to drop the babies at my mom’s until after 7 p.m. made a quick trip to Olive Garden and made it to the 9 p.m. show. Now normally, I’m not up for ridiculous movies without a plot, but I made an exception. For those unfamiliar, Haunted House is a Wayans movie and a humorous twist on a horror flick. It’s rated R and it should be rated X with all the sex, foul language and bad homosexual innuendos.
So imagine my surprise to see at least a dozen children with their parents or adults under the age of 12. The worst offender was the woman in front of me with a little girl that was sure to be under 5. The mom was there with a male and a young teenage girl. When I tell you it took everything in me, not to ask her to let me babysit and take the baby in the lobby until she was ready to put her daughter’s needs before hers, I am not kidding.
In fact, I am sure I owe my husband an apology because every time something ridiculous like a ghost performing fellatio on Essence Atkins happened, I would go on a five-minute tangent on how inappropriate it was to have a toddler watching this. Now what really bothers me about this is, I pride myself on trying not to judge parents. I mean, babies don’t come with an instruction manual, tons of advice books, but no instruction manual.
But this was ridiculous. I kept trying to think of why watching this movie was so important to her. How come she couldn’t find a babysitter? How come the older child could babysit? How come theatres allow parents to make idiotic decisions? What type of bad dreams would this baby have? What type of conversations will she bring up with her friends in kindergarten next week as a result of what she’d seen? Lord have mercy, if she was in my daughter’s class what would she tell her about her weekend?
With all my questions and no answers, I am stuck judging. Yes, it’s true most days there is something I want to do and can’t because of my children’s needs. Sometimes, I’m sleepy and can’t take a nap because a nap isn’t in their cards and they require supervision. Sometimes, I have work to do and I have to stay up late to finish because I have to wait until their bedtime. Sometimes, I just want to use the bathroom in peace and can’t because they want to know my every move.
So, I know I am preaching to the choir on this, but if any of you know someone who for whatever reason HAS to see a rated R movie, can you please ask them what they plan to do with their children?