When I was young I had this vision of my future self, married with kids. In my spectacularly clueless vision I was dressed in one of those flowy white sundresses and running through a field (tall, blowing grass of course) with a long line of blonde children and a gorgeous husband. No one was fighting over who was holding whose hand or rolling in every speck of dirt or saying Moommmmmmm, of course.
A few weeks ago we found a restored farm house with acreage for sale. As we looked at the home and the yard I had to try really hard not to say “this is the house with the field and the white sundress and the kids and we will all be skipping hand in hand singing Zippity Doo Da this summer!” for fear my husband might start counting the prescriptions in our medicine cabinet.
As we loaded up the kids to leave my dream house, an accidental kick to the stomach with a muddy, snowy boot knocked me back to reality. My day dream was interrupted by the fact that a white sundress doesn’t last past 7 am without an unknown substance on the front and the only running I do is chasing a rogue kid down the freezer aisle at Kroger.
And who knew that to get that farmhouse and sprawling land I would have to lock myself in the laundry room to finish a phone call with our lender while ear-piercing fights ensue on the other side of the door? And that trying to buy a house was that one more thing that I couldn’t juggle so I would be dropping balls everywhere? And that in desperation to keep everyone occupied so I could fill out paperwork I would make them all their own play dough only to find them crafting in the nude moments later and ultimately have to remove a piece of purple dough from the butt cheeks of someone who sat on the chair collecting the discarded dough pile?
I certainly knew none of this.
And that girl dreaming of flowing dressing and mindless skipping had no clue what she was in for, the good, the bad and the better than she could have ever imagined.
Just in case you want it, here’s my favorite, softest, best smelling play dough recipe (my son does not recommend sitting on it naked).
-1 cup of flour
-1 cup of water
-1/4 cup of salt
-1 tbsp of vegetable oil
-2 tsp of cream of tartar
-1 packet of Kool-aid
1. Combine all ingredients in a sauce pan.
2. Stir over medium-low heat until the dough forms a ball in the center of the pan.
3. Transfer to a baking sheet and knead until cool then hand it over to the kids.
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