Time to Play Thursday: Tubes

It seems we go through toilet paper like crazy, so we always have an excess of toilet paper rolls. Finally, we've found a few projects to use them up.

#1 Rocket ships:
Cover tube in construction paper. Add cone shape to top using glue or tape. I used lots of tape since some people aren't patient enough to wait for glue to dry. Then use craft foam to create the "legs" of the rocket. Glue on tightly-we used foam glue. Allow to dry and decorate with markers, stickers, etc. Then fly me to the moon!

#2: Lobster:
Cover tube with construction paper. Cut small slits in front and back of tube. Cut arms and claws from paper and slide through slits. Tape on inside. Cut out tail, squeeze back of tube closed on tail, and glue shut. Use hole punch to create holes for eyes and legs. Then slide through pipe cleaners. Use hole punch again to make two circles for eyes (I used foam paper) and glue them on the stems. Finally, cute a circle the same size as the tube and slide it in to cover any random tape on the inside.

Wordless Wednesday

What happens when daddy's left in charge and a 4 year old is able to work the camera:Mommy gets the proof.

What I Am

Growing up, I always had that group that I fit into. During school, I was the goody-goody, getting good grades, always having work done early, actually enjoying classes. After school, I was the athlete, playing soccer or softball, and running cross-country. All weekend long, I was the party girl, bouncing from party to party without a care in the world until Monday morning rolled around (all without my parent's knowledge).

It seems that after graduating and starting a family, I've lost all three of those titles. I'm no longer the goody-goody, the athlete, or the party girl. I'm the mom, the waitress, the wife. It seems that I'm no longer defined so much by what I do, as by what others see me as.

Sometimes I wonder if there's still more to me than what others see. I am a mom: I entertain, I cook, I clean, I teach, I love, I cuddle. I'm a wife: I listen, I talk, I understand, I help, I love.

There are days when I feel as though I should add maid, personal chef, chauffeur, or psychiatrist to my resume. I'm a little of each at any given moment.

Some days I feel loved, some days completely unappreciated. Some days I wonder if this is where I'm meant to be, or if I missed something along the way. I wonder if I still fit in or if I've become the odd girl out.

I'm not trying to throw myself a pity party for one. It just seems that I've changed so much over the years, and sometimes I miss what I used to be. But, I know that I wouldn't change a thing, and I've always believed that things happen for a reason. It's just another page in my story it seems.