The Price of a Blog

So while I was training for Honu I wasn't blogging much. There are only so many hours I can leave my home undefended before it is in a state past repair. I forgot this on Saturday as I wrote my epic 3 part blog. Turns out the cost of writing my blog is my home and sanity. It started innocently enough with Hannah asking for glue. For those of you who know Hannah sitting is not an activity she does willingly so arts and crafts are not her thing at all. So I jumped at this opportunity, a voice in the back of my head said, "This could get messy." To which I answered, "Childhood is supposed to be messy, creativity is messy, chill." So I get Hannah the glue, grab my coffee and head to my computer to compose.

It was too quite but I ignored it. No one was fighting but I ignored it. Eventually I needed something downstairs, probably more coffee, on my way down I ran into Hannah on her way up with an upside down bottle of glitter. "Excuse me?!?" Hannah,"I wanted it to be like Peter Pan. This is fairy dust." I follow the "fairy dust" trail from the stairs, through the kitchen and into the front room where the "fairy dust" stockpiles are spread all over the floor waiting to be distributed to every nook and cranny of my home.

All that glitters is not gold because in our house everything glitters. Carpet, walls, toys, children, pets. For those of you with glitter experience you know we will be sparkly for months, for those of you without glitter heed this warning, do not bring it into your home and for those of you with really mean streaks its a great gift for small relatives that live far, far away. Jason has already requested no more glitter, "I can't go to work with glitter on my uniform" and he's not due to put a uniform back on for another month but he knows its lasting power.