The Bain Of My Existence

Every time we come to Kampala it seems we “need” to get play dough. But the play dough gets everywhere, and most times doesn’t even make it back home. If it does make it home it gets everywhere. I mean everywhere, stuck to the floors, tables, chairs. And every time we go through the “I promise this time I won’t get it everywhere” conversation. But, as my husband says, I am a sucker when it comes to play dough in Kampala. When we come here it is our time to have a break from everyone and relax. That is…everyone except Raelee! Don’t get me wrong, we love her! She is most times the entertainment and joy we need on the bad days we have. But as a parent you know that sometimes you need a break, quiet time or dinner without being interrupted two hundred times! This is where the play dough comes in! She will sit for hours in the hotel playing with it. She watches YouTube videos with people creating cakes out of play dough, or clothes for Barbies. So even though every time before I have said “This is the last time if you don’t keep it all together” I give in! I decided this time that I won’t even say it anymore! I think maybe it’s a good thing to just limit it to Kampala trips so it keeps her busy every time – and then leave it in Kampala! “What happens in Kampala stays in Kampala”!