I’m not that kind of mom

I’m not the kind of mom who loves craft projects.  Honestly, I could probably live my whole life without going into the craft section of Walmart or setting foot in a Michael’s craft store.

I abhor glue.  It doesn’t matter how often I say, “Just a dot, Not a lot” There’s always a nice big puddle of glue on the table, on the chairs and on body parts.  There’s so much glue that paper tears and crying ensues and then it takes a full week to dry. Don’t even get me started on glue sticks.

What I hate more than glue is glitter.  I tell the kids to glitter over newspaper so that it can easily be cleaned up.  It doesn’t matter though.  Glitter seems to invade the whole house.  Weeks later I’ll still be sweeping up glitter.  There’s glitter floating in the bathtub. I find glitter in their hair.  It’s like a glittery stripper walked around my house leaving glitter and her dignity behind.  The inside of the vacuum is full of glitter, like a sucked up a fairy and she met a rather gruesome ending among dust bunnies and beads.

I hate paint.  It doesn’t matter how many paint brushes we have out or how well I cover the table with paper, fingers, appendages and the table are always covered with paint.  It somehow always seems to find itself in someone’s hair.

I’m not even going to get started with play-doh.  The inventor of play-doh was definitely not a mother with carpet anywhere in her house.

I stifle creativity.

But I will let my toddlers ride their bikes in the house.  I’ll let them circle from room to room like the Indy 500, complete with sound effects and the occasional collision.  There is no differentiation between indoor and outdoor toys at my house.  For some reason things with wheels seem more fun inside.  I normally might balk at the idea of a scooter in the house but If its an activity that tire them out, I’m all for it!  And if that involves me sitting inside with the a/c on and a large glass of ice tea then I’ll take one for the team.

I’ll take loud noisy bikes over glue any day!