When I became a mum I knew there were things I was going to have to do now that never in my dreams did I ever think I would – clean up sick and poo and snot and wee, change nappies, not sleep a whole night ever again.
I knew I would have to start caring about nurserys and school admissions and organising playdates; spending a fortune on toys that aren’t played with and having to book a party 9 months before her birthday. The list goes on.
But what i didn’t contend with is becoming a master crafter. I didn’t realise that not having an A level in arts and craft was in detriment to mummys’ abilities. If I would have known I would of course had taken up glueing and painting and modelling clay early on. I would have known I needed to have constant stock of lollipop sticks, pipe cleaners, scary wobbly eyes and of course, every type of sticker ever made.
So when I went on a playdate last week I was almost aghast when I was told I would be painting my daughter’s face.
What did I know about facepainting? But the word was now out in the open and my Little Monster (LM) was hopping around, waiting in excited anticipation.
My friend opened up her new set of face paints and promptly told me they would both be butterflies. LM’s friend wanted to be a rabbit. But her mummy had duly printed out the instructions of how to paint a butterfly and that was that. Butterflies it was.
And here’s the result.
Not too shabby is it?
I’m just scared of what’s next on the list of crafts i’ll have to suddenly be an expert in