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Enjoy for your special people too.
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Inspired by...free download for Mother's Day
Sometimes we can find inspiration in the simplest things. I have found it in these Subway Art prints. So I decided to make this 8x10 print for you for Mother's Day. I'm putting it right into a white frame and gifting to all my favorite mamas!
Enjoy for your special people too.
Download it here.
Enjoy for your special people too.
Download it here.
Do you do playdates?
Normally, I love playdates. But our last one? I found a fresh snipped piece of hair on a pair of kids' scissors. I know that sounds a little psycho. But I just happened to be making these gift baskets and there it was, a clip of hair on the cellophane. After questioning my newly minted 7-year-old, she confessed "the truth" that her "friend" chased her around the playroom with scissors, than "accidentally" cut her hair.
Uhh. How do you accidentally cut someone's hair?
And yes, I was present. No, I was not hovering in the room. Judge me if you must.
This is the same "friend" who hit, punched and pinched little k on the school bus. I contacted the school. It was reported to the principal, but evidently not to the parents.
This is the same "friend" who wants to know if little k is wearing underwear. Yeah. I witnessed that one. And apparently this wasn't the first time. Little k is apparently not wearing one of her fun skirts because this girl kept trying to lift it up to see if she was wearing underwear.
This same "friend" has taken a toy hammer and damaged my 100 year old interior doors trying to get into E's bedroom.
Need I say, I'm not a fan of the "friend".
There has been no love since the day little k and this girl have met, in fact.
Thank God. She's a disaster.
Out of genuine disgust and utter frustration, I blurted out, after she left and I found the snipped hair, that she was no longer welcome for playdates. Immediately, I realized my girls were in ear shot and I imagined them blabbing to her or her sister. CRAP!
It sucks when you like the parents and you don't like the kids. But, I'm done with this girl. I don't want her in my house or around my kids.
The funny thing is that as I was telling this story to a coworker, it occurred to me... I wasn't the angel growing up.
I'll wait until the shock of the news subsides.
My coworker, however, was shocked. You?!, she said. Such a good girl??
Then, of course, I wondered about the perspective people have of me.
But that's a whole other post.
Regardless, I was the kid who (theoretically) chased friends with scissors. I was the kid who experimented. I pushed the boundaries. And I dragged my friends along with me.
One of my oldest friend's mom's now enjoys sharing the story of the time when I, because I felt wronged, decided to pick every last one of her homegrown tomatoes and chuck them down her cellar. Every. Single. Tomato.
Anger issues, anyone?
Another time, I encouraged my friends to build a fort. Our parents thought we were so creative and resourceful.
Until they realized we were smoking cigarette butts in there.
Regardless, I turned out fine. I'm not perfect. I still can't sit still. I still like an adventure.
So do I emphathize with the girl, or eliminate the playdate?
Uhh. How do you accidentally cut someone's hair?
And yes, I was present. No, I was not hovering in the room. Judge me if you must.
This is the same "friend" who hit, punched and pinched little k on the school bus. I contacted the school. It was reported to the principal, but evidently not to the parents.
This is the same "friend" who wants to know if little k is wearing underwear. Yeah. I witnessed that one. And apparently this wasn't the first time. Little k is apparently not wearing one of her fun skirts because this girl kept trying to lift it up to see if she was wearing underwear.
This same "friend" has taken a toy hammer and damaged my 100 year old interior doors trying to get into E's bedroom.
Need I say, I'm not a fan of the "friend".
There has been no love since the day little k and this girl have met, in fact.
Thank God. She's a disaster.
Out of genuine disgust and utter frustration, I blurted out, after she left and I found the snipped hair, that she was no longer welcome for playdates. Immediately, I realized my girls were in ear shot and I imagined them blabbing to her or her sister. CRAP!
It sucks when you like the parents and you don't like the kids. But, I'm done with this girl. I don't want her in my house or around my kids.
The funny thing is that as I was telling this story to a coworker, it occurred to me... I wasn't the angel growing up.
I'll wait until the shock of the news subsides.
My coworker, however, was shocked. You?!, she said. Such a good girl??
Then, of course, I wondered about the perspective people have of me.
But that's a whole other post.
Regardless, I was the kid who (theoretically) chased friends with scissors. I was the kid who experimented. I pushed the boundaries. And I dragged my friends along with me.
One of my oldest friend's mom's now enjoys sharing the story of the time when I, because I felt wronged, decided to pick every last one of her homegrown tomatoes and chuck them down her cellar. Every. Single. Tomato.
Anger issues, anyone?
Another time, I encouraged my friends to build a fort. Our parents thought we were so creative and resourceful.
Until they realized we were smoking cigarette butts in there.
Regardless, I turned out fine. I'm not perfect. I still can't sit still. I still like an adventure.
So do I emphathize with the girl, or eliminate the playdate?
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