I am not patient. I am a great teacher’s helper because I can cut things out like a mofo and I’m so good at making copies. I can even sit with kids for 10 minutes at a time and I’m pretty good. But put me in charge of teaching young children to do something or facilitating arts and crafts for a mess of them and I turn into a nightmare.
“Uhhhh, just let me do that.”
“Don’t touch that. Why’d you do that?! That’s not how you’re supposed to do that. Are trees really purple? Uhhh….why don’t you go wash your hands. Also…you have snot coming out of your nose.”
So making Christmas cookies with my children was a lesson in patience and I think I’d give myself a C.
I let them decorate four cookies each and they were the burned ones.
Man, theirs were just messes.
But let’s talk about mine because mine were freaking incredible.
Yep, I did it. I spelled out JOY. That did not define the experience of decorating Christmas cookies with my children, but Joy to the World, man.
Okay, I’m just kidding. I’m 90% kidding. Okay, I’m 60% kidding.
Making cookies with the kids was not as awful as I thought it would be, even though I would still give myself a C grade because I have got to mellow out. Next time, I’ll earn a B. But I’m giving myself extra credit and raising my grade to a C+ because of this: