Oh my it has been an interesting week.
I have been making samples for classes and getting pieces ready for every kinda thing imaginable.
But I need to let y'all know that raising kids is rough.
I really did not know what I was getting into.
Each day brings wonderful new adventures... Yeah right, that all sounds good, until they come into your craft room and spill all of your paint on the floor and start finger painting on projects that need to be photographed and shipped.
Yeah, it all sounds good until you realize that the sponges on all of your sponge brushes have been pulled off and "used" to make a "thing" with your favorite liquid adhesive.
Yeah it all sounds good until you go into the craft room and realize that at that very moment, something is not right, you can't put your finger on it but you know something is wrong...
then it hits you...
They have taken your last piece of patterned paper, cut it up into little squares, glued them on to each other and are calling it "Sponge Bob".
That is just wrong on so many levels.
They don't even get to watch Sponge Bob in my house.
But there is relief in sight. I scream upstairs and tell my husband...
"COME AND GET YOUR KIDS BEFORE I SELL THEM TO THE CIRCUS!!!"
"COME AND GET YOUR KIDS BEFORE I [you fill in the blank]."
There is a relief that you get when you can actually stop yourself from killing them because you can push them off on the other homosapien who helped to produce them.
It is a relief to know that when I have had my fill of parenting and need to get a break, I can just yell upstairs...
"IF YOU DON'T COME GET THESE KIDS [you fill in the blank]."
I have to say that I do not know how all my friends who are Single Head of Households do it without losing their mind, biting off their tongue or causing permanent psychological damage to themselves and others.
Think about it a Single Head of Household raised The President of the United States.
So the next time that I am complaining about some crazy life experience which I got stuck cleaning up the mess... I am going to remember just how hard it could be.
So to all my SINGLE HEAD OF HOUSEHOLD friends, I take my hat off to you.
Three day weekends are hell no matter who you are.
until we meet again,