It was a small item, really. It cost us less than five dollars at the party store. And, yet, the pain of it went far far beyond the expense. What exactly was I thinking when I okayed the purchase of that purple and red noisemaker? “Sure, throw it on the pile,” I thought, as Robert and I gathered decorations and paper goods for his upcoming birthday party. Wasn’t I a master of anticipation? After nearly five years of parenting, how did I let this one nerve-shredding gadget slip past me?
Well, I did. And I’ll be darned if it didn’t come back to haunt me. It’s been two months now since that seemingly innocent plastic party accoutrement entered our household and that damn thing seems to be following me around the house. I throw it down the stairs, I tuck it in baskets, I hide it in closets, and it just keeps coming out again…attached to a little boy’s mouth who delights in that shrill baritone blast more than I’ll ever understand.
So today I did it. I hid that noisemaker somewhere that that precious sweet enthusiastic little boy will never be able to find it: in the kitchen trash can, beneath banana peels and the manila envelope for collecting funds for the preschool teacher’s end of the year gift. Does this make me a bad mommy? I don’t know, but I am fairly certain that the hair-bristling reaction I had to the abrasive blast of that horn each time it blew was not contributing to the peaceful mommy I wanted to be.
Am I the only mom who makes toys “disappear”? Love to hear your stories…
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Oh, we’ve definitely “lost” toys overnight around here.
I made the horrible mistake of thinking KAZOOS would be a good party favor for my 2 year olds birthday. Not sure what I was on when I made that decision in the party store. Lesson learned- noise makers are not good party favors. Ever. Books are good party favors.