Our daughter was sick today, which meant we were pretty much confined to the house. Having gone through a year of atypical febrile seizures (atypical meaning he had them every time he got sick) with our son, I get pretty paranoid about fevers. When daughter started to twitch with a rising temperature the doctor was called and the air conditioner got turned down to arctic temperatures.
Once daughter was medicated and sleeping (she's doing great) I was left with a lions share of nervous energy. This seemed like a great time to start my crafty projects from Sublime Stitching and Wee Wonderfuls. Except it turns out that my complete lack of mechanical abilities also carries over into crafty-land. I browsed dozens of instructional websites trying to figure out how the heck to embroider. Split stitch my ass, I couldn't figure it out.
Till finally I found The Little Experience, a UK based website with SUPER easy sewing instructions. Of course they were written for children, which means my short-bus self can actually figure them out. It was quite exciting. After yelling, "I did it, I did it" my husband actually said "Good for you sweetheart". I struggle.
Emotions however, fluctuated as I browsed the site further. They have kickass easy how-tos for making paper mache, play dough, etc.. On the one hand I was excited to have all these great things to do with my three year old boy. Of course, soon after realizing how simple it was I was awash in tidal waves of mommy guilt for my lack of family craft activities thus far. Really. Don't try to make me feel better. The last craft we did involved my son glue sticking scraps of fabric to a piece of construction paper. That's it.
My saving grace is that we do tons of creative play. Son and his awesomely crazy cousin Marjorie often make Woodstock worthy mud puddles in the dirt, get naked and apply full on mud outfits. The motivation however, tends to come from Marjorie’s mother Carol and I needing to finish uninterrupted sentences with each other. We get to a point where as long as there is no blood or permanent damage we let them have at it.
So let's hope there is no blood or permanent damage now that I think I know how to embroider. And maybe Monday Carol and I will let Marjorie and son paper mache themselves.