I’m sitting here on the couch, watching mediocre sitcoms on Hulu, wondering if Matt will make it home before midnight. This is one of those times where I kind of wished I shopped at Trader Joe’s because if I did, I’d probably have a freezer full of frozen junk food that I could be eating right now. Frozen pizza bites? Frozen curry puffs? Frozen cake? I could be eating all of these things. Instead, I ate a ten ounce package of spinach for dinner.
I’m also sitting here cutting shapes out of construction paper so that Milo and I can do “art” tomorrow afternoon. Can I just be honest here, for a second? I hate shit like this. I hate crafts. I do not want to sit with a preschooler and scribble or make sand jars or finger paint or make turkeys by tracing our hands. I do not want to glue cotton balls onto paper or save toilet paper tubes to use in craft time. I don’t want to carve or paint pumpkins or decorate pine cones with glue and glitter. I feel like this is why I shell out good money for preschool, you know?
And yet, I am sitting here forcing myself to prepare craft materials because I feel like this is the kind of thing I’m supposed to do. I feel like I’m a lazy parent if I don’t, that I am robbing my child of enriching developmental activities. I also feel guilty because I let my kid watch like two hours of television over the course of the day yesterday. Must make amends! Must atone with construction paper and glue and safety scissors!