It all started when I got up early to make sure my oldest didn't sleep through her alarm. Going to bed at 2am naturally meant I intended to go right back to bed after waking her up at 6am. Alas, what ensued instead has been a whirlwind of productivity.
Miss First-Born didn't get to bed until the wee hours of the morning either (her fibromyalgia makes it difficult to fall asleep at a decent hour) so I felt a little guilty getting right back into my nice, warm, cozy bed after listening to her tell me how tired she was. Instead I began tackling the sink full of dirty dishes that I had turned a blind eye to yesterday. I still had every intention of crawling right back into bed as soon as she pulled out of the driveway, but my mom-brain, perhaps fueled by lack of sleep, kicked into overdrive. After the dishes and dirty appliances, the counters begged my attention. As I wiped the counters, a mixture of time spent on Pinterest last night, knowledge of our schedule over the next few weeks, and quiet led to the crayon hearts.
I've been at it all day now and had plenty of time to reflect. Here's what I've discovered about the value of crayon hearts...
Crayon hearts: just one step towards decluttering our home and letting stuff go. You see, I hate to throw anything away. What started as a new box of 24 crayons ten years ago had become an unruly basket full of crayons from school, restaurants, activity kits and just random places. That's where the Pinterest inspiration comes into the story. Silicone heart molds that were gathering dust have been put to good use, the basket is now in the yard sale box, and our crayon stash is down to a usable amount.
Crayon hearts: proof that I can indeed accomplish things weeks before they are needed rather than the night before. I have a tendency to do a lot of things last-minute. It is a skill of sorts, this ability to think on my feet and come through in a pinch, that I usually have to rely on when my life gets out of control. Unfortunately that skill is also a detriment, because I know I can think on my feet and tend to procrastinate. By the grace of God, I am slowly conquering procrastination one project at a time. My son's Valentines are done three weeks in advance, all he has to do is write names on them when the class list comes home!
Crayon hearts: one step closer to Mom of the Year, at least in my kid's eyes. Okay, so I make plenty of mistakes as a mom, and fingers hurt really badly (seriously, spend a couple hours peeling the wrappers off about 3 bazzillion crayons and pieces of crayon and you'll understand) but none of that compares to the look on my kiddo's face when I revealed my plan and again when he saw the finished project.
When I woke up this morning, I had no plans for the day other than to go back to bed. Funny how crayon hearts changed that.
There are hidden blessings in each day...sometimes they are disguised as crayon hearts!
Many thanks to this blogger for the basic directions I used to make my crayon hearts. Hers are much prettier than mine though!
