Crafting with the kids always seems like such a good idea. It feels like one of those things we are required to do, so our kids will have memories of sitting around the table with craft paper and glue and glitter.
Then, like with everything else, reality hits and the kids start fighting, and you start stressing about the mess, and glitter and glue are smeared everywhere, and nobody is having any fun, and you have nothing to show for any of it. Instead of some beautifully fabricated craft, you’ve created some Pinterest fail version of whatever sparkly thing you intended to make.
At least that’s how it goes in my house, and I know I can’t be alone. Next time, I think I’ll craft alone, thankyouverymuch, or support a local mom who is craftier than me at the holiday bazaar.