My kids have mistaken me for Julie the Cruise Director.
Actually, they have no idea who Julie McCoy is - as non-Love Boat aficionados, which is right and good - and when I state such claims, I see a look pass between them, a tally of further evidence that their dear ol' mom just ain't right.
But no bother. I am weary of their high expectations every afternoon, when they get off the bus and ask: What are we going to do today?
(What happened to 'I'm hungry'? I'm starting to miss those days.)
I'm not sure how this came about. We live pretty average lives. When I start to tell them what my plans are, most afternoons - I'm going to fold laundry, and listen to my book on CD, and start dinner, and pack lunches, and read with them - I'm met with such disappointment, as if every day should be rainbows and playdates and cocktails and trips to exotic lands.
(There's some wishful thinking, mid-January, mixed in there for myself, I admit it.)
So, they are bored. I'm okay with it. I say: read, draw, play your cello, and occasionally expect there will be a date with friends, a rented movie, shrinky dinks.
They might as well learn to entertain themselves now, to occupy their minds, instead of waiting for someone else to fill it for them - shape their thoughts, fill their hours.
I can take a hint. We have cleared the decks, so to speak. We will be building more routine back into our weeks, now that we are here - forever? for now? - to stay.
And doesn't seem fitting that they can take all that passion, that excitement and put it directly into the first thing on the docket: Drama Club.
Sure beats shuffle board...
*****I love using Sharpies, making a Vampire/Goth mobile. (I still need to fix the wires. It didn't turn out as planned.)
We did make Shrinky-Dinks at Christmas time. Yes, we.
The kids also traced images I printed from Google, for their friends. I intended to do more last Monday, but we used the wrong plastic and it ended badly.
You should give it a try, the next time you feel like taking on a retro project with the kids. Scribbit has easy directions, here.
(And her mobile is lovely. Call me Julie the Jealous.)