A Day in the Life of a Mom: Chaos, Coffee, and Crayons (and Missing Marker Caps)
Y’all. There is no fear quite like the fear of walking into a quiet room and spotting a lone marker cap sitting on the floor like it owns the place. A childless person might step right over it without a second thought. But me? I break into a full-body sweat like I just saw a snake in my laundry room. That little plastic cap is a code red. DEFCON 1! A manhunt immediately commences, and every pillow, cushion, drawer, and child is flipped upside down in search of its ink-filled partner before my couch becomes a permanent mural.
Let’s be honest, summer has done a number on our art supply cart. What started off as a well-organized Pinterest-worthy caddy of joy is now just a sad rolling bin of dried-out glue sticks, glitter-covered despair, and the faint scent of washable markers that somehow aren’t washable.
Here’s just a sampling of what my girls have used up, broken, or repurposed in the name of creativity this summer:
Used 27 pieces of construction paper to cut out a single tiny pink heart and then declared the rest of the page “trash.”
Left the tops off every glue stick we own. We now have approximately 11 pastel-colored glue crayons.
Emptied every roll of Scotch tape into either “fancy nails” or into dog collars for stuffed animals. Nugget, bless his little fluff, almost got taped to the wall.
Crafted 20 sock puppets and toilet paper roll characters for a “puppet show” that lasted 47 seconds before they lost interest and left the living room looking like a Muppet crime scene.
Made homemade cards for everyone in the neighborhood—each one featuring enough adhesive gems to blind a magpie and a glitter level that could rival a drag brunch in Vegas.
And while I’m all about nurturing their little creative souls, let me just say this: if I step on one more sticker I might legally change my name to “Doormat for Bling.”
Case in point: I went to the chiropractor last week (because you haven’t lived until you’ve thrown your back out lifting a laundry basket full of clean-but-still-folded clothes off the bed for the 5th day in a row), and y’all… he casually removed three rhinestones from the bottom of my sneakers and two stickers from my actual behind. Didn’t even flinch. Just said, “You got daughters, huh?” I mean, does anything scream “girl mom” louder than walking around town unknowingly decorated like a scrapbook page?
So here I am, sipping lukewarm coffee, writing this while sitting next to a dried-out marker graveyard and counting down the days until school starts and their teachers are in charge of craft activities.
Until then, I’ll keep up the good fight—armed with caffeine, paper towels, and a deeply irrational fear of rogue marker caps. Crafted with love (and rhinestones) just outside of Atlanta where the sweet tea is cold and the glitter is eternal.
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