Craft Box Crazies

There is something about Play-Doh that puts me over the edge.

I'm trying to be nice about the whole thing, but what I really, really want to do is take a broom and sweep the whole mess into the trash! I dislike it so much, that my kids get to play with it almost never. That means that the stuff is all dry and crumbly instead of soft and squishy. This does not deter them from playing with the stuff. It also means that the little crumbly bits are everywhere! Bad enough on it's own, but with a toddler underfoot, it's enough to make this mama look for something to put in her coffee, and I'm not talking sugar here!

Now, really, I should be very pleased. They've been sitting at the table for hours. Quietly. Well, at least the boy version of quietly. We've read through a large bit of history text book and a good part of War of The Worlds. I've answered a zillion foster care phone calls this morning without incident. All thanks to the dough. So why does it just make me want to rip my hair out??

It must just be one of those peculiar mama things. I can't stand the stuff. I'd be perfectly content for them to be using just about any other craft supplies I have around the house, and I have plenty to choose from. I'd even be happy with some other clay or be willing to make up some more salt dough. Just get that crumby stuff out of here!

Good thing it's Friday and we're having summer weather in the fall.