We have a new form of torture in this house. We have something, that comes straight from the PIT of hell. Something that sends this poor mother towards complete insanity, and has been known to reduce this mother to tears (only once).
This phenomenon is called 'craft'.
Feast your eyes, if you will, on these photos that my eldest daughter took of her two younger sisters IN, yes IN, the recycling bin. They are looking for possible 'Craft items' (and throwing suitable possibilities out on to the lawn).
They are looking for items to cut and tape together in the hopes of 'transforming' the things into new things. I do believe this was the first, and LAST, time they went searching in the actual bin. I pretty much went nuts.
When it comes to their craft, they are using their clever imaginations.
They are being wonderfully creative and active.
They are making a huge mess and they leave the biggest trail of destruction you can imagine. (AND middle child is particularly prone to melt downs when it comes to the clean up).
They are driving me totally crazy, as this goes on for hours. Every. Single. DAY.
Bits of paper and boxes and bottles, transformed into something very interesting, and tied with string to door handles, to the little legs under the coach, to the bed frames. And of course, also left lovingly ALL over the house. Then again, where does one keep such creations? And they can be big, let me tell you.
I have a friend with three children. Her house is perfect. It is a museum. There are no little scissors, no easels, no rolls of tape. No sketch books, no coloured pieces of paper. No playdoh. Definitely nothing so messy as paint! There ARE lots of DVDs and trips to the movie theatres. There are lots of nintendo DS's. There ARE lots of vacations to action filled places every single school holidays. I secretly frowned upon her mothering style, thinking it wasn't healthy to have no creativity allowed. Her children, it is planned, will grow up to be doctors, stock brokers and lawyers. Just like their parents. Why do they need to learn to paint, or stick, or mold playdoh or 'create'??
Hope my kids don't end up professional crafters, or heaven forbid, artists! I need to warn them of the pitfalls of a job with no retirement plans, no maternity leave, no holiday pay, no 'salary's' therefore, basically no mortgages. I need to take away all things creative in this house. Suddenly I understand strapping them to the sofa and putting on movies. My sanity would certainly improve and my frustration levels would definitely subside. I think my friend is onto something.
For now, I have temporarily banned all things crafty for a few weeks. They can draw and colour, but only in a sketch book. Not loose pieces of paper. They can not rip a piece of paper out of their sketch books without permission. They can NOT cut ANYTHING! All scissors and tape have been put on a shelf that I can only just reach. Am I stifling their creativity? Probably. But I need to do it, for my sake, just for a few weeks.
I do love them. And I know they get their creative genes from their parents. I know it's not entirely their fault. Even though I am possibly artistic, their father is particularly creative, so I will blame it entirely on him.
Here's a layout (above) to celebrate(?) the hideous love of craft. It was challenging to get 7 photos, 4 of which went together, and 3 of which didn't, on to one layout. My journaling was more 'positive' than this post, but they won't read this post, and they may, one day, read the journaling.
Here's one more layout, done a week or so before, along the same lines....