Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Gettin' Crafty

Kit always makes me shake my head with amusement when he tells me I should use all of my fun scrapbook stuff and get crafty. He never seems to understand how a little gettin' crafty can become a momentous and terrifying occasion. First out is the Cricut (the most fab gift from my hubby 2 Christmases ago), then out comes the packs of cardstock, packs of paper, the boxes of do-dads (I don't have a lot, but enough to make a mess), the paper cutter and glue. It takes up the entire surface of my table. I think...I have time. Gunner is sleeping and the boys are outside playing. I need to make a few thank-you cards for Christmas gifts and I'll hurry and just get this done. HeeeeHeeee-my laugh is a little stressed and frantic for I know the timer is now set and running. And sure enough, I get the first card cut and the words formed with the Cricut and in bound my boys. They're finished playing outside, I'm told. They would like to play in their room. Fine. Just play in your room. A couple of minutes later, out they come with a paper towel tube I had given them to play with the day before. Their telescope need to be decorated with my stuff, I'm told. Again fine. I give them paper I really don't need and they go to town with scissors. After a few minutes they lose interest and honestly, I'm frantic to get done 'cause baby is now stirring. Uggh. I think the TV was now baby-sitting my boys. Okay so I start figuring what I'm doing with all the do-dads and etc. with the 1st card and Gunner is officially awake and loudly asking for attention. I stop what I'm doing and hurry to give loves and placate him. I lay him down to play and begin again. Soon everything breaks down. Jos and Gav are fighting and Gunner is bawling (we're talking red-eyes and snot/spit everywhere). I separate the boys-Jos in their room and Gav watching yet another selection of PBS. Gunner is okay as long as he is swinging next to my chair and every few seconds I smile and talk to him. At last! I finish my 3 cards and I look at them. *Sigh* Not too creative. All three look the same, with differing colors. Oh well. They're finished. I look over and see the results of my gettin' crafty. Let this be proof to you, Kit!






5 comments:

Dirk said...

At least I'm not the only one! I thought it was a big accomplishment to just take my craft stuff out of boxes. That's as far as I've made it! Sigh! Good luck! Trish

Steph said...

Oh my heck, that is the hardest I have lauged today...because that is soooo TRUE!!! I can just see it. But--I am very happy that you were able to pull *THREE* cards out of that. Good for you!! I am lucky to finish the card I start. :)

whitney said...

Oh honey, I hear ya! I can't even tell you how much that's the story of my life! I have all these cute card-making supplies that just sit in their tote...sigh. The mess alone is enough to make me crazy!

Mere said...

I have my own craft room, yet I can't seem to find time to do crafts. The kids just won't leave me alone as soon as I go into my room. "Mom, what are you doing?" "Mommy, what's that?" "Can I play with this?" Followed by me saying (frantically), "NO! Don't touch that!" (over and over again). It's hard to get anything done when you're getting constantly interrupted.

Grammy said...

Oh Lib, I feel your pain! I realized after being with you over the Holidays, I've been there! Sydnee was 5 1/2 when Kit was born, Ashlee was 2 1/2. Mike would leave for extended periods of time with consulting contracts, by the time he returned home I was speaking 2 word sentences! You are a darling and it will get better!