me being a good mom

When describing my family, I always use one word. Artists And although only one of my siblings actually gets paid being an artist, every one of them is extremely artistic, whether with music, paint, or rooms. And while I feel like the least artistic of my fam, I still live on the time I spend dabbling with paint or music. Years ago, when I visualized myself in the far future, I could see myself painting in the back of my (clean) home, with kids arriving home from school. It was seriously like a vision to me.

So you'd think as a stay-at-home mom, I would be up to my elbows in art projects with my kids. You'd think. Here's the problem: I'm a little too OCD. Before I even start the projects, all I can see is the mess of paper, paint in the hair, damage to who-knows-what, and clean-up time. I love taking them to places where they can do art projects. I'm not one of those moms who fix my kid's projects to make them look right.grrrrrf I don't care how many eyes or ears my kids' puppets have. They can be as creative as they want. As long as I don't have to have the mess in my kitchen.

Here is my shameless pat-on-the back. Despite the fact that my house was a disaster (last night I was too sick to clean and I was gone all morning), I decided to be a mother and went outside in the garage and helped paint a box with my kids. Paint it into a little house. I did have to hold my breath so I didn't waste this good will getting upset about the paint on shirts, hair, etc. But -pat-pat- I did it and got a picture to prove it.