Tonight, I was done.
Done ditty done done done.
My family kept talking.
On top of each other.
All at once.
And they were loud.
And I was done.
So I quit.
I crawled under our dining room table and I quit.
They asked me what I was doing, and I said “You’re ALL SO LOUD,” and “I’m DONE,” and “I’m just going to lay down for a while under this table.” Because everything I do makes sense, friends, and it was one of those times I felt it was crucial to drive home important truths to my family like Embrace Who You Are!, and Be Yourself!, and, of course, to always, ALWAYS lead by example, and the most true version of myself in that moment meant curling up under the table and quitting.
Authenticity. It starts at home.
Eventually, though, I recovered enough to reengage.
And, by “reengage,” I mean “commit petty acts of vandalism in front of my children.” Because lying underneath that table made me realize no one ever looks under here so it’s the perfect spot for family graffiti.
I had one of the children bring me a Sharpie, and I started writing.
It was cathartic.
It was glorious.
And the kids followed my lead! Which, let’s be honest, is good for the mama soul because God knows they never, ever follow my lead when I’m cleaning.
And so, in conclusion, and in the spirit of family togetherness and family craftiness and raising up the next generation of juvenile delinquents, I highly recommend Dining Table Graffiti.
Is this going to teach your kids to draw on stuff they shouldn’t? Most likely.
Is this a terrible idea in general? Of course it is.
But it is FUN. And sometimes, that’s just what a family needs.
P.S. This is why I’m not on Pinterest. Because I AM SO GOOD AT THIS CRAP and all the other crafters would be jealous. You’re welcome. I abstain from Pinterest for you.