We kind of put ourselves in a bad situation. When the assignment came home over a week ago, I told Charlie that he could do it this time, since he missed out on the turkey. I never made it a priority, and neither did he. Fast forward to last night around 6 p.m. Charlie was conveniently out on a "work" event at the Cowboys game, so it was up to the kids and me to make the gingerbread man. Luckily the girls and I had gone out on Saturday to get supplies or it would have gotten really ugly.
The problem was, it was around dinner time, the kids were tired, and all three of them were uber cranky for various reasons. So, Andy didn't really want the girls to help, which goes against the whole "family" part of the assignment, and the girls were whining because they did want to help. In the end Andy basically told me where to put the glue (the positive part of the whole thing was I got to use my fun, fun, fun glue gun again!) while the girls watched. Oh, and threw all the extra art supplies on the floor. Because really, what's an art project without me having to clean up everything from everywhere. End rant.
Andy wanted the gingerbread man to be able to stand up by himself, which we sort of accomplished. He's kind of bent over, so he must be a very old and crotchety gingerbread man, but he does have a smile on his face. I'm sure he was just happy to get out of the house away from all the yelling and fighting. I wish I could go hang on the wall at the elementary school for a couple of weeks.
Anyway, I'm just really hoping we don't have to do a Family Leprechaun Project for St. Patrick's Day. That would probably be enough to send me over the edge and denounce my 1/4 Irish bloodline.
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