Hey guess what? It's time again for TTT! I don't remember what number this one is, and as Kate lovingly pointed out my numbering skills are so sad anyway, I would probably get it wrong. Too True Tues(day) is your chance to tell it like it is! Break down those barriers! Let it all hang out and set your spirit free by confessing your super secret secrets on alternating Tuesdays and sharing it with the world! This week we are letting the world know how cool of parents we would all be if it weren't for these children we have. For example, I am so cool I let my children have lollipops for no good reason except I love them and they love lollipops and one of them did not finish so she tried to hide it in the back of her closet for later. It was a good hiding spot except for if you happen to be an ant, in which case you found it immediately.
Here I go.
I figured I would be the sort of cool parent who doesn't mind a mess. The sort that lets her children express their artisitic souls without tether to earthly concerns. Art is not precise! Art is beauty and charm and grace and love and expression of the mind body and spirit! It is not organized! It is not bound by rules!
The beauty and grace and charm in mountains and valleys made from glitter however, is questionable. The first person to call it innovative sculpture gets a visiting kid for summer vacation. And while I may have spent an hour trying to take a cool looking photo of glitter, this picture is merely wishful interpretation. Because the real Glitter City was built on my floor. My thirty year old parquet floor. Not old as in antique or pretty. Old parquet as in chipped and grooved with perfect glitter holding ruts. For oh, about the next 100 years. Because if there is one thing guaranteed to outlive roaches and plastic, it's glitter. It doesn't go away. And in the quantities and scale we had, it will never go away. We could move, but unless we left in haz- mat suits, it would cling to skin and clothing and come with us anyway. Red glitter. For anyone who is wondering by the way, I was not the parent in charge and I was not the parent who okay'd the use of glitter..... ever.
So there you have it! Now what you do is tell your own funny story about how you were supposed to be a cool parent but your kids or your dog ruined it for you, on your own blog. You link my blog and briefly describe TTT. Then you come back here and fill in your information on Mr. Linky there. Fun! Also, I am probably going to retire TTT in the next few weeks so make it a good one!
I do believe that if you are using a reader you will have to come directly to my blog to see people's links.