The discovery of Sparkles.

I was at the dollar store hoarding all the crafts supplies in excitement for my dayhome to start. I saw sparkles. I bought lots of sparkles. My train of thought was "Melina will love how it shimmers!" It seemed like a good idea at the time.


It wasn't.

I swear I will always be sweeping, wiping and vacuuming up sparkles and that, my friend, is not an easy task.  She asks for sparkles every craft time which I usually respond with a resounding "No!"  or "not today" because sparkles mean constant, unwavering supervision. Baby's hungry? Too bad- Melina has sparkles. You have to pee? Hold it- Melina has sparkles.

Well we had to lock the craft cupboard, and the door into the bathroom that has the craft cupboard which has another lock. We forget sometimes.. silly parents. First the bathroom was smothered with sparkles, the floor still twinkles as you pee.

Then the kitchen was hit by the sparkle queen, I'm still sweeping up the shimmering dust two months later.

And last but not least- the playroom. Oh the playroom got it bad. She managed to dump a whole container of sparkles. The came back into the kitchen and handed it to Daddy saying " I'm done." His eyes widened and he panicked holding the remaining sparkles in hand. "Done what?"

That's when he discovered sparkle mountain. I came home to a sparkly husband and whole main floor that still shimmers.

Don't buy sparkles- that was a bad idea.