little kid just managed to get a hold of my sweet little white porcelain bird shaped salt shaker and he threw it to the ground, shattering it into 9 million pieces.
It just makes me want to cry. It's only half of a stupid $10 salt and pepper shaker set but DAMN. I remember feeling guilty when I bought them, but they were just so lovely sitting on my big farm house style dining room table that I appreciated them every time I looked at them and was so glad I splurged on something that seemed sort of silly at the time.
I don't think they even made it 6 months.
All my beautiful spring stuff? The pastel eggs and nests and sweet little birds? Locked up in the half painted hutch, which is half painted because I can't do it when he's awake and can't do it at night because it's too dark, leaving me very little time to do it.
UGH. This kid.
I have no idea how to get the message across to him that the whole house is not his playground. That some of this stuff is mine and I don't want it catapulted off of the back deck. That if I find my Ove Glove in the planter out back one more time I'm going to scream.
I just want a couple of nice things. Nothing even expensive or extravagant. I don't even dare display my pottery collection the way I'd like, because of the impracticality of that and little kid.
But a salt and pepper shaker? That should've been fine.