One of the last task of the summer was doing something about the blank wall in Rex’s room. Not that he was up at night worrying about it, but every time I walked into his otherwise cute room I mulled over what to do. Wallpaper? Expensive, I could paint something, but it would look like the illustrations for Diary of a Wimpy Kid, if I was lucky. Create something myself? If I wanted a large ransom note on my sons wall.
Seemed unwise. Just as I was eyeing the large stickers of Wall Candy Arts in a store I got an email from them asking me to review it. These are already created colorful scenes that can be peeled off and placed on a wall anyway you like. Sounded easy… but would it be? I’m NOT crafty. The have lots of different designs, but when I showed Rex the choices online he chose the city skyline. This is how it worked for me and my kids.
note: the reviews that involve video I receive a small fee as I shoot, edit the videos myself and it takes more time than a written review.
Now this week’s Cool Mom Poll was something we deal with every day: the stickers on the car window. Putting up this poll really helped focus my thoughts on this issue. I was considering allowing the stickers to grow and flourish, in exchange for a little peace and quiet. But the “isn’t it enough my body will never look the same” contingent won out with you, and it won me over.
I peeled them off as best I could and Mark went out with soap and a rag and got the left-over sticker remains.
I must say I am impressed with the 13 percent of you who don’t even allow stickers in your universe. Gosh, how do you do that? It’s good to have some limits on what you can take.
I never wanted to be that mom. You know the one, the mom with her car covered in stickers? One or both of the backseat windows of my car is so laden with stickers that daylight no longer streams through. But in the interest of getting Vivien in the car for school without a fit, I let her bring in her Hello Kitty sticker book and today I caught her sticking four stickers on the back window of the car. Now, what do I do, give in and say, “Hehe, I’ve cut my hair and am considering a mini van”? I rarely leave my house, who am I fooling? Is it time to give into the dark side, OR do I rip off the stickers when she is not around? How much does it matter if my Cheerio wagon has one more mess in it?
This video post was inspired by the blog Pioneer Woman and my daughter’s love of stickers. When I was childless I swore I wouldn’t be one of those moms whose back right window is littered with stickers. Right now there are two.