Whose got ’em?
Motherhood lands us in Regret City.
Mine include not enough tea parties, Play Dough Guilt, overreaction on some occasions, and a few episodes of tip top temper.
The lack of tea parties I can’t excuse. After all, I’ve got the tea cups.
I’ll spare you the details of overreaction and temper, but I will hint that they range from guess what on the wall (age 23 months) to guess who staying out too late (age 16).
But let me explain Play Dough Guilt.
You know how little people drop tiny blobs of play dough on the floor?
And then it gets ground in and has to be scraped off with a paring knife?
I got tired of that.
My remedy was to hide the play dough.
So my girls grew up with not enough Play Dough Moments, hence Play Dough Guilt for me.
I don’t know what to do about regrets.
The articles tell us to toss them to the wind.
But on this Mother’s Day, I’d like to officially say to Katherine and Laura that I’m sorry about the lack of sufficient Play Dough Hours. I wish I’d been more laid back. I wish I’d chosen your creative fun over the state of the kitchen floor.
But I’ve saved the recipe all these years.
Come on home, and we can make a big batch of play dough or perhaps take a trip to the mall.
Friend for the Ride Readers: Have Play Dough Guilt? Invite your kids home for a round of play dough. Here’s the homemade version:
One cup flour
1/2 cup salt
Two teaspoons cream of tartar
One tablespoon vegetable oil
One cup water
Mix dry ingredients. Add food coloring to the water and blend into the dry ingredients. Stir over medium heat for a minute or so until the mixture forms a ball. Let it cool and then knead until smooth. Store in an airtight container. Have fun! Ignore the kitchen floor.
Photo: Hanging with the girls in sunny Dallas, Texas, last Christmas.