Ok so I have been blogging for over 6 months now and feel that I can admit my problem to you all. I need you help/advice/expertice whatever you want to call it - I need it.
You see I have a problem with saving my kids' artwork. And it was manageable at first and now with my Little One in preschool too, I can just feel it getting out of hand.
I did see a wonderful idea from the organizing guy on Oprah to take digital pictures of the artwork and create a photobook from the pictures. I did it! No problem there...
But then he said to THROW OUT the actual artwork. I thought I could do it once the photobooks came back but as you can see it have received 2 books and yes...
the artwork is still here.
This is just from my older son's 2 day and 3 day preschool classes. It's not so harmful in this ugly container but here is the problem...
It won't fit in there anymore and I now have a pile of 4 day preschool and a my Little One's 2 day preschool artwork in a pile in the corner. Its giving me the heebie jeebies just staring at me over there!
What do you all do with it all?
Do you throw it out?
Do you just keep a special few? Will my kids be horribly offended that I threw away their artwork and need therapy in their 20's?
I know this will only get worse as the years go one and elementary school starts so I am asking for help now.
I am really in the decrapification mood (that wonderful term was brought to you by the Thrifty Decor Chick). Love her!
I must clean my office/
crap craft room. It is driving me crazy.
PS - I just have to share this LOVELY story with you all.
Big J gotin a fist fight (yes a fight) at McDonalds yesterday and thoroughly embarassed me in front of my friends and the other little boy's mother. So I made him apologize to the little boy and have a 5 minute time out. Then I made him apologize to the boy's mom - he was NOT happy about that one. But it made me feel better.
So needless to say, the husband did not have the same reaction that I did, he was thrilled! As were the people in his office. But I made him come home and have the "you are not allowed to start a fight" talk with the Big J. Of course it was finished with the "but you better finish it" line .
So later on my son said to me, "mommy, you're a loser". Which to his credit he heard me say to a friend about myself at McDonalds because I had to borrow lunch money from her because I forgot my wallet.
So I gave the child the evil eye and told him I am not a loser. So to make it even better, the husband went over and showed him how to make the "L" on the forehead with his fingers.
Yes we are quality people!