My fingers are covered in superglue right now. It’s hard to type.
Last night, I heard a loud crash at around 11 pm and I knew immediately what it was. Sure enough, in slinks my dog with a penitent look. I get up out of bed and my son’s ceramic dinosaur that he painted is in at least a dozen pieces scattered all over my kitchen floor.
You see, my dog had jumped up on the kitchen table, hoping for some scraps from last night’s dinner, inadvertently knocking the dino to the floor.
I picked them up, knowing I’d face tears in the morning.
I got up early (as usual) and after IChatting with my husband (who’s on the night shift so he’s going to bed when I get up), I started supergluing this dinosaur together. I wrestled with this thing for 45 minutes since some of the pieces were quite small.
Needless to say, I got it all over me and some of the pieces don’t quite fit right.
So, while I suffer with glued fingers for the next few days, my 3 year old son is happy.
That’s all that matters in parenting land.
I would love to hear some of your stories of what you’ve done to keep the peace–if only for that moment!