After what LBW calls a good “pin binging” (weeks of nothing and then all of a sudden I can’t stop), I became fully aware of the ways in which this site makes my life difficult.
Printables. Apparently I’m no longer allowed to label with dry erase marker or the old tape-on-with-paper method? I must instead find a cute tag, print it with high-quality resolution colored ink and cut along the dotted lines? Most recent fail: LUNCH NOTE printables. Seriously does the kid hate bad fonts as much as I do? And if so, why are printables using TNR? I resist these out of principle. If you’re going to write a note to your kid, write a note. Not a mad lib.
Upcycling. I love the concept. In theory. The problem is that I never have the supplies on hand. Projects requiring old tshirts and the like? If they’re able to be “upcycled” it means that they lack 3 square inches without stains. Especially the furniture upcycles. I simply don’t have old pallets or bookshelves sitting around in my backyard. To upcycle will actually cost me money. Thus defeating the purpose.
Birthday parties. We were fortunate to have one for Baby C this year. Her first. We ended up with cake, plates and people showed up. Total win in my book. But apparently I missed the mark. I didn’t have a build-your-own station, nor was anything celebratory hanging from the chandelier. (I did however blow up 20 balloons. I think they liked them better than the pom-pom letters, right?) And favors? Pshhh. I THREW A PARTY. YOU ATE CAKE. I’LL BE CLEANING FOR 3 DAYS AFTER YOU LEAVE. (*Thanks, Jen Hatmaker, for blowing the lid off that party foul).
i’m with you on most of those things. for real. and with 4 kids, there is no way i’m paying $$$$ for the bounce house, a trip to some ‘trendy’ cool place (here it is this petting zoo farm place with the word ‘eggs’ with the letters in reverse. whenever i drive by the place i keep seeing ‘flaming farm.’ i have no idea what it is called). we -might- do something fun for the 10th birthday. i dunno. seems like the 5th should have been big, but i didn’t do a thing. and kid #1 didn’t care. we’ll see.