That's right people...I'm well on my way to this title after today's shenanigans.
Anytime I goof up with the kids (did I say that?! Secret's out...I'm not perfect) I jokingly tell Ang, "Well...my Mother of the Year Certificate is surely on it's way now".
Let me start from the beginning. We moved into our apartment in November. Such a huge change adjusting to the space restrictions. We went from 4,000+ s.f. to about 3,000+ s.f. to our now 1,300+/- s.f. . You can see the possible calamity.
As much as we tried to scrape away with things we don't "need", there's always room for more scraping...come to find out. Shelby has the smallest room and Ben the largest (well, behind mine of course). I let them choose, so not my doing. Shelby also has the most stuff. She's a girl. You do the math.
So ever since we moved in, I've needed to go through (again) even more of her stuff and organize. Today I did that.
In trying to be a good mom, I came across her recent art project in which they are to make a fictitious animal. She chose to make her's out of clay (as her brother did in 2nd grade and she very-well remembers that). She did it ALL by herself (I hate when parents do all the work) and was so extremely proud of her Gorillafly (half gorilla, half butterfly).
Because she was having a playdate, I thought I should move it so nothing happened to it.
I'm telling you, it happened in slow motion. I picked it up to put it on a shelf by the dining room table and it all went downhill from there. Literally.
I felt HORRIBLE! I ran and got the Gorilla Glue (now isn't that some irony that the only glue I had was Gorilla Glue!?) and went to work.
She came home. Went to her room. Immediately yelled, "Mom! Where's my project!" and I was left to tell the truth.
Kind of.
I told her I was moving it and it started falling apart which was actually a good thing! She looked at me like I was crazy. I explained to her that I told her teacher about it and she told me that what usually happens on the Monday when the kids bring them in, they ALL start falling apart so here was our opportunity to secure it!
It worked. She was fine with that.
Still...how do these things happen!? I initially thought maybe I'd get on the other side of the bathroom door and tell her because she was so extremely proud and happy with that thing.
The straight-forward approach worked again (again...kinda).
Yeah, I'm not perfect...but thankfully, there's glue.
Always remember and never forget: "Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue.” ~ Eugene O'Neill
Anytime I goof up with the kids (did I say that?! Secret's out...I'm not perfect) I jokingly tell Ang, "Well...my Mother of the Year Certificate is surely on it's way now".
Let me start from the beginning. We moved into our apartment in November. Such a huge change adjusting to the space restrictions. We went from 4,000+ s.f. to about 3,000+ s.f. to our now 1,300+/- s.f. . You can see the possible calamity.
As much as we tried to scrape away with things we don't "need", there's always room for more scraping...come to find out. Shelby has the smallest room and Ben the largest (well, behind mine of course). I let them choose, so not my doing. Shelby also has the most stuff. She's a girl. You do the math.
So ever since we moved in, I've needed to go through (again) even more of her stuff and organize. Today I did that.
In trying to be a good mom, I came across her recent art project in which they are to make a fictitious animal. She chose to make her's out of clay (as her brother did in 2nd grade and she very-well remembers that). She did it ALL by herself (I hate when parents do all the work) and was so extremely proud of her Gorillafly (half gorilla, half butterfly).
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| Gorillafly...BEFORE the accident. |
Because she was having a playdate, I thought I should move it so nothing happened to it.
I'm telling you, it happened in slow motion. I picked it up to put it on a shelf by the dining room table and it all went downhill from there. Literally.
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| Gorillafly AFTER. :-( Poor Gorillafly! |
She came home. Went to her room. Immediately yelled, "Mom! Where's my project!" and I was left to tell the truth.
Kind of.
I told her I was moving it and it started falling apart which was actually a good thing! She looked at me like I was crazy. I explained to her that I told her teacher about it and she told me that what usually happens on the Monday when the kids bring them in, they ALL start falling apart so here was our opportunity to secure it!
It worked. She was fine with that.
Still...how do these things happen!? I initially thought maybe I'd get on the other side of the bathroom door and tell her because she was so extremely proud and happy with that thing.
The straight-forward approach worked again (again...kinda).
Yeah, I'm not perfect...but thankfully, there's glue.
Always remember and never forget: "Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue.” ~ Eugene O'Neill
Yep... My Mother of the Year certificate must have gotten lost in the mail this week because I am SURE I earned it... : (
ReplyDeleteLove you! Ang