It's rarely pleasant going to the house of parents with very young children.
Goop everywhere, the washing up tends to be a half-hearted job, and/or the dishwasher is full, not run, and stinks.

There are toys, clothes and gunk everywhere, and suffice to say it's unwise to touch any surface or thing without the aid of one's swordstick.

Coupled with the harassed, desperate tiredness of said parent's face, and their unquenchable desire for space and sleep, any claims that their children are "The best thing that ever happened to them" tend to ring fairly hollow.

This is why I prefer to frequent hotel bars instead.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 8 Feb 2012, 11:14, 5 replies)

Why?
Is it easier for you to meet children there?
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 8 Feb 2012, 13:19, closed)

In such surrounds they're easier to get away from their parents.

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 8 Feb 2012, 13:51, closed)

Agreed.

( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Wed 8 Feb 2012, 14:36, closed)

Speaking as one of those parents - Fuck off.
I can readily admit to the tiredness and (avalanche of) toys everywhere, but laundry and dishes being left out are just slobbery. Careful disposal and use of air freshener negates the nappy stink and the risk of inadvertently finding a mushy half-chewed something or other stuck to your person adds a frisson of danger when going about daily business.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Wed 8 Feb 2012, 17:56, closed)

Oh Vag.
Ever the bridesmaid.
*sigh*
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Wed 8 Feb 2012, 22:45, closed)