There was a movie made in the 80s called The Gods Must be Crazy. I didn’t really care for the movie all that much but the title has always stuck with me. And this week I’ve been applying it to myself. I think my movie would be called “Mommy Must be Crazy.”
Aside from a definite eccentricity there really isn’t a good explanation for why I’ve acted the way I have on a few things in the last few days.
The first is that we’ve adopted a new dog. Introducing Maggie May:
Maggie May is a rescue dog from the Mission Viejo Animal Shelter. She was brought there from the Riverside pound, where she’d been down to her last two days of life. Mission Viejo fixed her up, gave her a safe place to live and patiently took care of her until some good family could be found for her. Or should I say until her big sad brown eyes sucked some unwitting visitors into taking her home.
It was probably a mistake to visit the dog pens when we were there visiting Grandma S, who volunteers at the shelter. I couldn’t help it though. I love me some puppies. And for the fiance, it was love at first sight when he saw Maggie May.
Less than 24 hours later she was living with us.
Maggie makes dog number three at my house. Technically, I should say she makes rescue dog number three, which means she is neurotic dog number three. She is sweet and affectionate with a strong nervous disposition and serious abandonment issues. Maggie also has three broken teeth that will be removed next week. She had puppies in the past few months so her teats are extended and provide a curiosity for my other two dogs, much to Maggie’s dismay. She’s having a hard time eating with her broken treats. She’s desperate for affection and desperate to give affection. She sleeps on couches, eats out of Penny’s bowl, and rests in Dodger’s bed. All in all, she’s just as crazy as the rest of this house.
She’s fitting in nicely.
Connor loves her and talks to her pretty much non-stop. For that alone (even if I wasn’t already wrapped around her paw), I’d adopt her all over again.
The second reason I’ve obviously lost my mind is that I decided to do a Halloween craft for Connor’s preschool class.
That fact alone doesn’t necessarily seal my unhinged state. What does is that I decided to do a craft they will doubtless throw away within minutes of receiving it, a craft that took me an hour to do.
Seriously, there’s something wrong with me.
Here’s what I decided to do: Juice box mummies!
Super cute, right? My love for Halloween knows no bounds!
There are several different ways of doing this craft. The easiest way involves using cream masking tape (which I didn’t have). So here’s how I did it:
Using copy paper, googly eyes, hot glue and toilet paper I constructed little mummies for the Halloween buckets Connor’s class will get at school.
First, wrap the juice box in half a sheet of copy paper. (notice my lovely Halloween black nails!)
Fold the paper around the box, so that it’s almost all covered, leaving a space for the straw at the top. This is supposed to actually be usable.
Next, take a long strip of toilet paper and fold it in half. If it’s two ply, strip away one layer so you just use one layer per box.
Glue and wrap!
Once you’re done wrapping, simply tuck some googly eyes just into the paper. You want the impression that they’re peeking out!
Finally, tuck the straws into the back of the paper so the kids can actually drink out of them and you’re done!
These little guys definitely do not have to be perfect. They’re juice boxes which will be thrown away. Do not agonize about the details! Or perhaps don’t make these until the kids are a little older and can actually appreciate them?
Whatever. I’m obviously crazy. You probably shouldn’t listen to a crazy woman, so make this craft however you like!