Oh, I do love my new soap mold that arrived today. What I am not loving . . .
are the packing peanuts also held within the box. And you know the regret you feel when you really, well, regret something? I am regretting the suggestion that they would be a great craft material.
They are kind of great for crafting -- gluing, building, colouring. Oh, and let's not forget the science lesson inherent in packing peanuts -- the power of static electricity. It is kind of cool to pick up a big handful and throw them into the cardboard box only to see some of them hover and then jump right out again.
But I am fighting the power, people, the power of static electricity and it is kicking me. There are tiny pieces everywhere -- on our clothes, our fingers, our hair, the cat`s (ahem) behind. I sweep them up and as I tilt the dustpan towards the garbage, the peanuts do that little dance of theirs and are now stuck to the wall and the toilet.
If I were a better housekeeper, these peanuts just might drive me to the brink of insanity. Instead, I am preparing myself because so far only one little boy has been introduced to the packing peanuts. There is still one more pair of hands that are going to want to dive into that box.