Oh, boy, here comes my most boringest post ever. But if they still don’t like me, boring or funny, serious or ruefully tongue in cheek, then f— ’em, right? Okay, then, here goes:
There are just days like this. When I’m up late worrying or grousing or fretting or frenetically doing, and when I wake up slowly and painfully at the ungodly hour my kid demands (and he read in his bed for an hour before dragging me into the kitchen today, so yay four hours instead of three).
Today’s one of those days. And we can’t go anywhere because they’re ripping out a window in Peanut’s room and making it much bigger so it’ll meet fire code. Yay fire safety.
So I made a huge pot of play dough, and we’re going to town. Because all those things I worried about last night—all those people I wanted to excise from my life—they don’t matter. This little whirlwind of learning and growing does.
Plus he kisses me when he’s been rude, which is more than I can say for the rest of the planet.**
in a big pot stir:
4 C flour
1/2 C salt
1/2 C cream of tartar
4 C water
Cook on low/medium until it’s not sticky.
**You’re damned right. I just got all perspective-y then posted a playdough recipe. I’ve gone soft in the head. So? Ya wanna fight?
I happen to love an over-tired, very stressed woman who posts a Play-Doh recipe. She is my kinda gal. She also deserves a big glass of wine for her efforts.
Well i did not feel it boring rather entertaining to read about kids in our life :) what more can we ask for then a kid to fight and play with… and thanx for the play dough recipe lol
Play-Doh sounds like the perfect antidote for overworky mind phases. And I love the part about him kissing you when he’s been rude. You’re right: that’s preciously rare!
Silly putty is a better remedy than play-dough when it comes to frustration. But I don’t think it’s kid appropriate. Rant away, my dear. Or if it makes you feel better, I’m your huckleberry.