We’re expected to have little gifts for all the campers in our cabin. Ours has 2 counselors and 4 little girls. So our living room is now a crafting landmine that My Beloved, all 6’3″ of him, must tiptoe through with the grace of Fred Astaire lest he stomp on something and I explode. I am crazed with crafting and he, poor man, is trapped in the nuthouse.
Of course, when I’m finished with my precious, precious heart necklaces, I’m certain he’ll feel it was all worth it for him.
Except …. then begins The Trimming the Tote Bags!
You could say compliance is making me cuckoo. But nobody here’s gonna say that, right?
Right?
I just finished reading your Favorite Tales. GREAT stories. You are such a great writer. I will be back. Often. Oh, and I also called my dad’s parents Nana and Pop Pop. Too funny!
Hey Tracey, you’re tagged! (Have a look on my blog to find out what to do) 🙂
ug – i had an experience today that reminded me of you. i am helping with VBS at our church next week and i was reading the Leader’s Guide and noticed that there are repeated comments on 1) where not to touch the kids and 2) how to avoid being alone with a child.
have we really come to this point?
Oh, Amanda, we have. It’s sad, but we have.