Heaven forbid I should just throw all those things into a shoebox. Noooo. I need to decoupage that box first or else I will feel like I have not completed my task as a mother today. Have I done laundry? No! Have I cleaned up from breakfast? Of course not! But decoupage I will.
Then it was time to fill the box: I broke out the good crayons, you know, the ones we only take out for company. We added markers, pencils (well, I should say pencil, because sadly, we have only one), scissors, glue, and sheets of white paper cut in half that the other kids can color on while the homeworking takes place.
And that's that. A homework box.
I just counted. I typed the word homework 22 times during this one post. And I checked, there are no synonyms for homework. Oops, 23 times. I knew I hated homework for a reason. Darn, 24.