Delving into my Mommy Blogness. Kinda

I haven't mentioned it here but The Nanny is no longer with us. (She was kinda fired, kinda quit.) As a result, the kids are in the CDC (Child Development Center. I know, I think anthrax and ebola every time I say it too.) It's working out pretty well, despite the arm and leg they charge. I'm starting to think I'm going to have to sell the older kid to pay for the younger one's daycare fees. We're in the highest fee bracket and that was even before the husbands promotion.

Here's the thing. Almost every day they send both of them home with art projects they did during the day. They've only been there two weeks and already I have three wind socks, two baby food jars filled with sand and uncountable paintings made with just about every kind of art supply you can name. Ink, finger paint, markers, crayons. What the hell do I do with all this crap?

No, I'm not the most cynical bitch to ever have kids. I'm sure twenty years from now I'll want at least some of this stuff to sniffle over. But seriously? If I kept everything, it'd probably fill a foot locker per year. Plus, lemme tell ya it's painfully obvious neither of my children's the next Picasso. The five year old's way to draw people is a circle with a mouth and two little lines coming out the bottom. Legs I guess, but where'd the rest of us go? Awful hard to pour him juice without hands, don't ya think? The three year old's look more like funnel clouds than anything else. "That's a tree, baby? You're sure?"

Yet, despite all this.....I still feel guilty as fuck throwing any of it out.