Craft Rooms Are Not For Kids

This week, I have been working on getting my craft room in order. This is turning out to be quite the task, since I am indecisive while at the same time quite particular about how things should look. While unpacking my supplies and trying to get things organized, I have once again been exposed to the brutal and annoying truth: craft rooms are not for kids. Now, I love crafting with my son. I also hate it. For example, the other day I let him use some of my acrylic paints to make pictures. It was a wonderful time, he loved it, and I loved watching him be creative. Since that day, he wants to paint every day, which is not always possible, added to the fact that his idea of painting has evolved into squeezing out ungodly amounts of paint and making a mess.
If I had been smart, I would have hidden the real paint, letting him live in ignorant bliss that watercolors were the be all end all of painting. How much easier my life would have been this week if only I had concealed the real paint.
My loving husband, who is in full support of my craft room dreams, says "this is mama's sanctuary - you stay out",and bought me a lock today, so I can keep the little one out. While I am thrilled to have a lock, it is self control I need. I let this happen, and I need to fix it. I want to do creative things with my son, but I need to realize the construction paper is for him, while the $1.00 a sheet scrapbook paper is mine. So I guess the lock is the answer. If I can keep the boy out of the room, I don't have to feel guilty about hoarding the good stuff for myself.
This may seem, to the casual observer, as nothing more than a discipline issue. And to that observer, you would be correct. But the lack of discipline is not with my son, it is with me. I love to watch him create, so I let him go through my stuff. My mistake, but I assure you it won't happen again.
Now to start my next craft project. What is it? Well, friends, it's a sign for the craft room. Can you guess what it is going to say?

This week, I have been working on getting my craft room in order. This is turning out to be quite the task, since I am indecisive while at the same time quite particular about how things should look. While unpacking my supplies and trying to get things organized, I have once again been exposed to the brutal and annoying truth: craft rooms are not for kids. Now, I love crafting with my son. I also hate it. For example, the other day I let him use some of my acrylic paints to make pictures. It was a wonderful time, he loved it, and I loved watching him be creative. Since that day, he wants to paint every day, which is not always possible, added to the fact that his idea of painting has evolved into squeezing out ungodly amounts of paint and making a mess.
If I had been smart, I would have hidden the real paint, letting him live in ignorant bliss that watercolors were the be all end all of painting. How much easier my life would have been this week if only I had concealed the real paint.
My loving husband, who is in full support of my craft room dreams, says "this is mama's sanctuary - you stay out",and bought me a lock today, so I can keep the little one out. While I am thrilled to have a lock, it is self control I need. I let this happen, and I need to fix it. I want to do creative things with my son, but I need to realize the construction paper is for him, while the $1.00 a sheet scrapbook paper is mine. So I guess the lock is the answer. If I can keep the boy out of the room, I don't have to feel guilty about hoarding the good stuff for myself.
This may seem, to the casual observer, as nothing more than a discipline issue. And to that observer, you would be correct. But the lack of discipline is not with my son, it is with me. I love to watch him create, so I let him go through my stuff. My mistake, but I assure you it won't happen again.
Now to start my next craft project. What is it? Well, friends, it's a sign for the craft room. Can you guess what it is going to say?