I Hate Messes

Easter is a distant memory now. The candy has been secretly thrown away or at least that was the idea. Not-so-stealth Mommy was caught by Jack who protested in decibels almost unheard by the human ear, but unfortunately for me, the key word here is almost. And yet, Easter is still with us in the millions of tiny colored dots that still find their way into our life.

I've had to make many compromises in my life as a parent -- many more than I ever imagined. A lot of these compromises center around messes. I'm always carefully weighing how developmentally beneficial things like finger painting and playing in mud are versus the real time nightmare of cleaning it all up. This time I think I went a little too far. I'm a sucker for my kids' laughter.

Motivated by Cason's joyful squeal upon breaking a confetti egg on Duane's head, and because we had to get up so early for church on Easter, I gave in and let the children break their Cascarones in the house. I have a feeling we'll still have confetti living with us by the time Easter rolls around again.

Note to self: Do not let the children break Cascarones in the house. No matter how dark, wet or muddy it may be outside, under no circumstances are you to let this happen again. Remember The Dots!

Comments

[Todd T]

Elisa, you sound so much like Courtney it's scary. I'm often on the other side of the messy thing. I'm more into letting the kids get dirty - it's part of being a kid. Yes, there is the clean up part...but I think sometimes I have fun making the mess with the kids (we can't grow up completely). Courtney on the other hand is all about mess-prevention. I guess that is good - she keeps me in check.