Zj said to me today "Mama, can we make a robot?"
Sounds easy enough, right?
I mean, for goodness sake, I have been running a multi-million dollar retail establishment for YEARS, I've balanced work and career, I've birthed two children, so one little robot shouldn't be too hard.
Right?
Right?
Fourteen hours, countless tears (mine, not zj's), and three attempts later, this is what we got.
Never mind that I had to dump out a nearly full container of Kool-Aid to make a body, and unwind a whole roll of paper towels to get some legs. Just never you mind that.
We made a freakin' robot.
At one point, about 3 hours or so in, zj said to me "Mama, I think I changed my mind. We don't have to make a robot any more. Can I go watch tv now?"
Oh. Hell. No.
We are gonna finish this thing if it kills us both.
I'm pretty sure I'm not qualified to be a stay at home Mama.
Wonder if it's too late to rescind my resignation?
This is my first official "Oh Dear God I Have Quit My Job. What Have I Done?" freakout.
More to come, I'm sure.
ZJ has a look on his face that says, "Oh dear God, is this what my Halloween costumes are gonna look like for the next 10 years?" All that stuff that you normally throw out? Well, you are going to need to save all that and maybe even build a room in which to organize it all.
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