I said that.
Last weekend. In my kitchen.
We were celebrating the Sweet Sixteen for our baby with about 20 teenagers. And everyone knows you can’t truly have a birthday celebration until you write on some walls. Obviously!
It’s one of my favorite walls in the house. It’s a skinny little wall, the depth of our cabinets, between the kitchen and eating area. About two years ago I decided to paint it with chalkboard paint. Since then it has held grocery lists, phone messages, masterpieces of kids whose parents were visiting a little too long after dinner, holiday messages and an assortment of random thoughts.
Around here, a birthday qualifies as a holiday. So, in addition to all the other silliness that went on here last weekend, we told the kids they couldn’t leave until they had colored on the walls a little bit.
A few of them looked at me like I had six heads, but hey, I was once the mom of four teenagers. I’m impervious to such looks at this stage of the game.
So it you find yourself a little bored this weekend and need a way to entertain the kids while you’re fixing dinner on those crazy weeknights, drop $10. Grab a can of chalkboard paint. Pick a wall. Paint it.
I mean, how often do you get to encourage your kids to do that thing they always thought was against the rules? You may even get a few “cool mom” points out of the deal, and who can’t use a few more of those?