|Family wall of shame - Hawaiian prints seemed like a good idea at the time.|
Do you see what's missing? The empty space above Ball's picture is for another hand print. At my kid's preschool, when the child turns 5 she gives Mom her handprint for Mother's Day. The nail above Ball's picture has been waiting for two years for her addition.
I was looking forward to Mother's Day so I could finally complete my set. I love complete matching sets. Then, for Mother's Day Molly presented me with this.
|Do you see a problem?|
Maybe this will better illustrate my "problem":
|One of these things is not like the other things. One of these things does not belong.|
In one day I passed through the 5 stages of grief with regards to my wall decor. Before you walk away and start hunting for Hello Kitty items on the innerwebs, allow me to ellaborate.
Step 1 Denial and Isolation: In my head I closed my eyes, plugged my ears, and started singing "la la la la la la la". Why yes, there is an indignant little 3 year old inside me. How else do you relate to your children?
Outwardly I continously gushed over how much I love my gift. This might not sound sincere to a 35 year old, but I'm working with a less sophisticated audience. (See? I can pretend to be a good mom.)
Step 2 Anger: Why God Why!?! This school has been making the same handprints for at least the last 5 years. Why did things change this year? I was so close to having my complete matching set! *Shakes angry fist at the sky*
Step 3 Bargaining: I can find a store who does handprints like the other two and take Ball there. Who am I kidding? That's as likely as me actually paying our bills on time instead of blogging. Maybe I can spray paint the handprint white and then it won't stand out quite so much.
Step 4 Depression: I'll never do that - any of it. I suck and this blows. When I finally get over myself I should at least lower the nail so the oddball handprint can sit level with the other two.
Step 5 Acceptance: This is symbolism that visually demonstrates how unique and special little Ball is. Her hand is so small and precious. I know this is something I
And that folks is how I made it through my totally first world, very insignificant, almost not worth mentioning except that it makes great blog fodder Mother's Day crisis.
What kind of minor crisis have you been through that upset you more than it should?