In the meantime, I'm collecting work the kids have done this year--I'm still kinda in shock that I'm homeschooling two teenagers! Also, we're in major spring cleaning mode here (well, mom is anyway : P) and I'm sorting through attic treasures. You know the 'treasures': those teetering, towering boxes and stacks of toys, books, dress-up clothes, miscellaneous clay creations, cardboard sculptures, etc., that you've been throwing--I mean--gently placing in the attic for the past 4 years?
Well, those treasures have been multiplying up in my attic, or so it would seem, because I've spent WHO KNOWS how much time sorting through shi--I mean, things, and I've barely made the teeny-tiniest-littlest-most miniscule dent in the stuff. It's like a toy store, book store, and weird junk store combined.
Not that I've put junk in my attic--well, not on my good days, at least. But I do have to wonder what I was thinking when I put broken whatsits, missing-piece toys, and page after page of drawings that my kids did when they were 3 into my attic for 'safe' keeping.
Seriously, I have enough drawings to fill the MoMA--not that they'd want them, although who knows? There's plenty of art out there that I totally don't get. I could have a cutting-edge exhibit on my hands! I have about 3,000 notes scribbled in preschool chicken-scratch (which I adored at the time), many of which say: "Mom. Get me a toy. Please get me a toy. Love, ---." So I could have an artsy/written word exhibit in the making. Maybe I'll hang everything up in my house, wallpaper-like, and invite everyone over to admire and comment on the work. My teenage homeschoolers would just love that.