No exaggeration: years.
I've had this plastic container that's held my "kit" from a Super Saturday (craft day) for I don't know how long...let's just say that we were still in Fresno and I'm pretty sure that Camden was still a baby (he's going on 7).
Procrastination at it's finest, I'd say.
But I told myself, "Self, THIS is the year you are going to follow through."
Little did I know that it would take 5 hours.
5 stinkin' hours!
5 hours of my life that I will never get back.
As I cut out the pieces I was putting them in little baggies, labeling them so that I could always make other sets for gifts. Halfway through those ended up in the trash.
I don't love anyone in the world enough to ever want to do this stupid project again I think once was enough for me. Seriously.
On the bright side, Sierra, who was once the reason I wanted a "child friendly" nativity set to begin with, is now old enough to help me assemble it.
Of course, she lost patience after the first hour....
But looky looky: a finished set.
That, as of today, nobody has even played with. Sniff.