Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

It is one of those days that I simply do not want to be confined to my teeny condo with my 3 children - so we drive and drive and drive until I realize that traffic is going to only get suckier as the time passes so I turn the car around and head home. When we arrive home my children make it very clear that they are bored - despite the tons of toys they have - and I (Mommy) am challenged to fix the boredom or otherwise get naked and run around outside until the loony van picks me up and puts me in a padded cell.

So...I know! I can make Doctor bags and fill them up with clean EMPTY EMPTY EMPTY med bottles, boxes, med dropper etc...YES I gave them the little lecture about these are PRETEND medicines and these (I showed them) are MOMMY'S medicines. I put each of their initials on their PRETEND things so that they understand THESE are the ones they are to play with only.
(this is for those of you itching to type me a comment about how dangerous this could be - got it - but like I said desperate times call for desperate measures)

So I went to my sewing machine for 15 minutes of bliss while I sewed these little bags up.

So now ask me how long they played with these things? 1 whole hour! Can you believe it!

Yes they actually played that long with these things..."shooting" me with medicine on my butt while I cooked and cleaned up. They grabbed their stuffed animals and "cured" them of their diseases.

Ah...it was nice while it lasted. :)