Boredom Cries
(Just a taste of my new career, for those who have been keeping track. This was actually a contest piece which had to be under 500 words, so it was seriously butchered. Hope you like it anyway.)
Boredom Cries
The mother carefully attached the last piece of cotton onto the paper plate bunny as her daughter watched with big, brown, innocent eyes. The little girl wrinkled her nose, twisting her mouth in a pose that indicated she was thinking with all her 6-year-old brain power.
“Is it done, mommy?” the child asked, still deciding if she thought it was a work of art to be treasured or something to be delightfully destroyed.
Her mother tilted her head, pausing for a moment before replying.
“Yes, I think it’s done.”
The small child began to protest. This was not what she had in mind when her mother said they would make her a bunny. She had envisioned something that hops – something she could chase around the backyard, giggling with glee as it ran in circles around her.
“It doesn’t really look like a bunny though,” the child pouted.
The weary mother sighed heavily. There seemed to be no pleasing this vexatious angel. Peering over at their table full of various crafts, she realized the battle had been lost. There had been flaws with every project they had done today. The popsicle people had been too small. The construction paper cat was too flat. The painted picture wasn’t drying fast enough. No matter what, the girl would start crying, demanding they make another project.
Tears were welling up in the girl’s eyes while her bottom lip began to quiver. The wailing would begin in seconds if her mother did not act quickly. But she was exhausted with the child and was officially throwing in the towel. She no longer could attempt to make her daughter happy.
“You know what? Go outside and play. I need to get supper ready,” the mother stated firmly as she began picking up the scattered remains of their craft day. Glitter, glue, construction paper, and markers lay in a messy pile across the dining room table.
The girl halted her tantrum count down ritual, temporarily appeased with the prospect of finding a suitable activity outside. The Mother watched her offspring skip out the door, and into the backyard, knowing there would be something to fuss about outside in just a matter of minutes. Peering out from the kitchen window, she shook her head.
“Lord, please let me survive until school starts.”
Your fellow WAHM in success,
Kara
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