Friday, July 20, 2007

who knew it was just genetics?

They are having an around-the-world series at our local children's museum celebrating our 5 sister cities. The first Thursday night was centered around a lovely city in Japan. That exhibit and all activities surrounding it ran like clockwork. It was interesting, it was new, everyone was smiling and helpful, beautiful dancing, the crafts were fun and each child got there name written in Japanese. All the snacks tasted like fish, but hey, can't be perfect. I could not wait for the rest of the series after that night.

The second Thursday night was centered around a town in Germany. Let's just say not as clockwork-like. Not many smiles, odd activities ~ something about kicking a small soccer ball through a field of asparagus. What? There was a puppet show that featured a crocidile popping balloons twisted to look like little animals. Disturbing? Then there were to be crafts. We meandered downstairs to the craft area. There were a few little old people folding and weaving colorful papers into some sort of intricate star thing. This should be fun, it looked even more challenging than the origami from Japan night. So we stood there. And we stood there. And just for good measure, stood there a bit longer. None of the little old people looked up to ask us if we would like to do a craft, they just continued chatting among themselves and folding their little paper star things. So I told the kids they must not be ready for Craft Time yet and suggested we check out Story Time. Where no one was. It seems no one was in gear doing either Craft Time or Story Time. Also, only a few other families had straggled down only to be disappointed as well. Nothing ever came to fruition in either department, so we called it a bust and went on our way to the other regular activities that we normally visit.

Now, I could have been the bitchy mother and complained, but I had to look inside. I am German, for the most part. I am so very disorganized and a complete procrastinator. I aspire to be Organized and Neat, but it just hasn't happened for me yet. So I am thinking, maybe, just maybe it is hard-wired. Maybe there is no hope for me. Maybe I will always live on the edge of chaos.

That's it, I'm going to skip sweeping the floor and picking up the toys tonight. It is a lost battle anyway and I would rather just have myself a chilled adult beverage. Cheers!

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