I love craft projects…in theory. Before I had kids I made cool scrapbooks for my friends, and then for my nieces once they came along. I’ve never actually made one for myself or my kids, but I have tried my hand at homemade decorations and personal sized treats at their birthday parties. I enjoy doing it, but I don’t enjoy the stress of it, like, at all.
And now my oldest daughter is about to have a birthday, and I am in the time-suck that is Pinterest. On the one hand, I love it because I am creative and I get excited by rice crispy treats that look like Peppa Pig, but after I spend a few hours filling up my “Farm Party 3rd Birthday” board I question how I can do any of it, let alone make cupcakes that look like this:
I mean really, how do parents do this stuff? My theory is that you either have a lot of time, or a lot of money to support the real kings and queens of craft on Etsy. I recently read this post by Scott Dannemiller of The Accidental Missionary about cutting the crap and getting back to basics, like a package of crackers without a mustache. As he points out,
There’s is probably one mom in the United States who actually enjoys doing this kinda’ thing. She sits whistling in her craft room, making little doo-dads out of marshmallow fluff and fairy turds while bluebirds flit about her shoulders.
Meanwhile, all the rest of the moms are like:
“$#!+. That f’in party is tomorrow, and I gotta’ come up with something cute for the kids, cause you know Susie Craftsalot is gonna’ make the Taj Mahal of lemon bars. Here, let me just slap some googley eyes and some construction paper on this fruit cup and call it good.”
As much as this made me laugh, it also made me reassess my rather lofty crafting goals. The missionary is right, the kids don’t care about making their juice boxes look like watering cans. They want to run around with the chickens, stay hydrated, and eat cupcakes (period). I’m the one who wants to do these things, but if the reality of my life is I just can’t make it happen then I really should just stop it.
So next week, when I would otherwise be stressing to get out my paper trimmer to adorn some pages with fancy adhesives, I will be playing with my girls, buying cheese sticks in bulk, and leaving the party favors to the real craft masters.
Anyone else with me?
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