...to do crafts with children. Breathe...inhale...exhale...ahhhhh.... I have a long-standing policy of
not doing crafts with children. I am very artsy-craftsy myself, so it surprises many people to learn that I rarely engage my children in craft projects. I do a million and one other things to stimulate, educate, and entertain my children; I simply do not have enough patience to do crafts. Furthermore, I do not feel the least bit guilty about it.
Crafts are messy. They are time consuming. They test my sanity. Did I mention messy? About once a year or so, I have a lapse in judgement and decide it would be fun to do some craft project. I mentioned something yesterday to the children about possibly painting some valentine's cards this afternoon; since then all I have heard is: "MomisittimetopaintMomisittimetopaintMomMomMom..." So far, every child has paint on their clothes. There is pink and red paint on the table, chairs, floor, walls, and dog. I've probably got pink paint smeared on me somewhere as well, which I'm sure I won't notice until I'm out in public later today. I've broken up sixteen fights over who is hogging the paint, who is hogging all the red hearts, and whose fault it is that there is paint on the dog.
But...sigh...they are having fun. At least, until I start making them clean everything up; then there'll be more fighting. It could be worse. One year we did valentine's with
glitter. That was several years ago, and I am
still finding glitter on things that should not be glittery.
...to do crafts with children. Breathe...inhale...exhale...ahhhhh.... I have a long-standing policy of not doing crafts with children. I am very artsy-craftsy myself, so it surprises many people to learn that I rarely engage my children in craft projects. I do a million and one other things to stimulate, educate, and entertain my children; I simply do not have enough patience to do crafts. Furthermore, I do not feel the least bit guilty about it.
Crafts are messy. They are time consuming. They test my sanity. Did I mention messy? About once a year or so, I have a lapse in judgement and decide it would be fun to do some craft project. I mentioned something yesterday to the children about possibly painting some valentine's cards this afternoon; since then all I have heard is: "MomisittimetopaintMomisittimetopaintMomMomMom..." So far, every child has paint on their clothes. There is pink and red paint on the table, chairs, floor, walls, and dog. I've probably got pink paint smeared on me somewhere as well, which I'm sure I won't notice until I'm out in public later today. I've broken up sixteen fights over who is hogging the paint, who is hogging all the red hearts, and whose fault it is that there is paint on the dog.
But...sigh...they are having fun. At least, until I start making them clean everything up; then there'll be more fighting. It could be worse. One year we did valentine's with glitter. That was several years ago, and I am still finding glitter on things that should not be glittery.
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