I had to take Caleb to a doctor’s appointment 40 minutes away yesterday and when I came home a few hours later, I found these two making slime, unattended! As soon as I walked in the door they told me they needed shaving cream! They were sitting on the couch in the livingroom with all sorts of liquids!
I found the delinquent babysitters downstairs. David said, “I told them not to, but they wouldn’t listen.” Michael said, “I didn’t know!” To which I replied to both of them, “It’s a babysitter’s job to make children listen and to know what they’re doing at all times!”
I took the Rinse Aid away from Seth and Sarah and told them to make a list of things they needed and to put their shoes on. Michael was going to take them to the Dollar Store. Wasn’t that nice of him “to offer”?
They came back cheerfully supplied with multiple cans of shaving cream, dish soap, and more glue.
Then they made slime for the next 5 hours straight. They made lots and lots of slime.
David was highly annoyed as he walked through the room to the pantry. “SARAH, stop making slime! Mom, we have way too much slime, they need to stop.”
“They’ll run out of ingredients eventually,” I cooed from the couch with my book.
“They have a box of Borax and two gallons of glue! They won’t run out until slime is everywhere!”
In case you’re wondering about the paper fence taped to the table, that was Seth’s creation. He put it there so they could play ping-pong. This truly is the house of children.
Did I clean up this mess? Absolutely NOT! But I did re-wash the table this morning.
There were many times when I thought they were done, but no, they had to keep adding a squirt of this and a squirt of that. Seth’s wasn’t coming together properly so Sarah gave him advice on how to make it work. Caleb became the designated slime-finisher, the person who knead and squeezes the slime to make it come together smoothly. Basically, he was a Kitchen-Aid mixer. He would get done with Seth’s and then Sarah would approach and say, “Can you do mine now, Caleb?” Sadly, no matter how much he asked, they wouldn’t GIVE him any to keep.
Sarah was highly protective of her slime, and so was Seth. They rarely let each other touch their slimes. And of course each believed their own was the best.
Seth had so much in his bowl that he divided his into two manageable batches. When one half was “done”, he had to go back and work on the second half.
In order to make slime you have to use your mom’s beloved laptop to look up videos on YouTube.
You also have to use every bowl, spoon, scraper, and containers with lids in the house.
Sometimes your mom will let you use food coloring to make colorful slime but sometimes that is where she will draw the line and finally say, “no”.
When making slime, it is customary to invite your mom “to feel it” every time you see her walk by. Sometimes the thought will cross your mind that all her praise and obligatory enthusiastic handling of slime is just a big act, to make you feel good about your creation. But most of the time you believe her…….. your slime IS AWESOME.
Don’t know what to do with odds and ends of slime? Simply throw them into the kitchen sink and forget about it!
With ingredients like Borax, glue, soap, and shaving cream, at least it SMELLS clean! Maybe TOO clean?
Fluffy, cloudy slime. They made it themselves!
I found myself standing in the kitchen, scrubbing some of it off my shirt with a wet dishcloth. I also found lumps of it on every handle and knob in the house.
Eventually they had to change their clothes, too.
BUT IT WAS ALL WORTH IT.
It kept them constructively busy for hours.
Plus, for some reason, and I have to credit the slime-making all around me, I got the urge to make bread.
So while Walter and I mixed up bread dough……….
……….Sarah made her 35th batch of slime.
“We need, above all things, to slow down and get ourselves to amble through life instead of to rush through it.” ― Alan Watts
“A quiet and modest life brings more joy than a pursuit of success bound with constant unrest.” — Einstein
“…..happiness and comfort do not depend on the wealth of this world. The things of the world will not satisfy the desires of a soul.” Matthew Henry
“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive; to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.” — Marcus Aurelius
