Parental Homework

I read numerous blogs. One that I read, Twinisms, *You can find a link to her page over on the ride side of the screen..check her out, she's awesome* had a hilarious story yesterday about how her twin boys came home from school and had to make costumes out of paper bags. Go read it. It was really funny! I giggled all day at it, not that it was just purely funny but because that was -so- ME! 1,000% ME! So I spent the day yesterday radomly giggling about that story because I sympathized with her. I don't do crafts. I hate them. What I want to make never turns out like I want or like it should. Glitter makes me gringe.

That is the last time I ever, EVER giggly, sympathize with someone because what did my little Pre K sweetie bring home from school yesterday....... a freakin paper bag that I have to help her decorate into her favorite storybook character. For instance if she diggs the 3 little pigs I have to turn this stupid bag into a Pig. Are you freakin kidding me?!?! ACK! Not only do I have to help her do this crap I gotta have it done by Tuesday. It's Friday. I have a very busy weekend ahead, ya know, shopping, birthday parties, air shows, string cheese eating ect, and I have to find time to squeeze in making a Pig bag and help her with a book report. A book report. In Pre K. This parental homework is for the birds. Us parents have bigger things to worry about, like growing babies and string cheese with cake.