Update on Scribbles Class

Where....do I even begin. This morning started off rocky. I didn't set my alarm. I was late to my doctor's appointment. I "rolled" through a stop sign and got a ticket less than a quarter mile away from my garage door. My coffee filter flopped over and doubled itself, so my coffee was RANK this morning. What...a nightmare.

The Dude and I started our descent to our cool new art class. I got lost. In Fair Park aka Scary Town. Alas, we made it- thank you iPhone Map App!

We get to the museum and are escorted to our class by Miss Margie. (Love her by the way.) Dude is doing great at this point. I'm eying the paint, markers, bins of water, etc. on all the tables and thinking, "what have I gotten myself into?" No biggie. I can deal (thanks to Lexapro!).

Miss Margie (hereafter known as MM) gathers all the children and parents into a circle for song time and roll call. Dude doesn't care about this. He wants to sink his paws into the brown paint. Fine by me. I encourage any form of art (as long as it's not on the walls of my house).

MM gives instructions on the class and what we'll be making today- a paper bear, a canvas bag, a stuffed bear and a stretched canvas. Whew. This is already wishful thinking. Everyone grabs a smock (except for my child) and sits quietly at the tables (except my child). The Mozart CD is playing in the background, but over that CD, my child is throwing a full blown temper tantrum. Screaming, kicking, crying. You get it?

I remove us from the situation. MM comes out into the hallway to "make sure we are ok" and to let us know "that this is new to my son, he may be overwhelmed by the amount of children here, the work at hand, and the newness of it all." Yeah right lady. He's p-to-the-o'd because I am trying to get him to wear this damn smock (which I gave up on about minute 2 of the tantrum) and have some sort of interest in dipping his hands into all the paint like a normal kid.

I give up. I throw some goldfish at the dude, go back into the classroom, pick up all of our supplies and begin MY artwork. MY bear looks awesome. MY canvas bag looks awesome. MY stuffed bear and stretched canvas didn't get done, but don't worry, I will do it next week when the Dude is enjoying his snack in the corner. Oh and don't worry, I only had to pay $120 to do this class for 8 weeks. (Yes, 8 weeks of horror.)

All in all. It was a fun class and I am glad that we did it. (Did I just become bi-polar?) I cannot wait to see what happens next week now that I know what to expect (note to self: bring stroller) and have a little better grip on the situation (note to self: bring more snacks and take a vicodin upon arrival to the class).