Thread: interruptions and aggravations

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I am having one of those days. I decided to get out there this morning to work on the 2nd cemetery column. Just as I get the dremel out, start sanding on the column, my 6yr old comes outside and says mommy I want a halloween project to do.. OK I tell her to go change and get some old clothes on. 2 minutes later, I can't find old clothes. OK so I have to stop yet again, and go help find old clothes.

I get her to painting on my brand new tombstone project. I look over and she has paint 1/2 inch thick on it.. (I keep my mouth shut and shake my head). Mommy I am out of paint, jeez I just got started once again. OK lets stop and get more paint.. She has enough on the top for two coats on the whole thing..

Finally I get her settled and I get into the grove of sanding and removing styrofoam (this is where I am going to have the brick work), OK now it is time to flip this baby onto its side. Check, done. Dang now I need to move it closer to the tools, oh and the outdoor fan. Look around honey is cutting tree limbs, hate to bother him. I'll ask my 6yr old, I mean this thing is styrofoam and it isn't heavy.

She comes over and grabs the bottom, I have the top and we move it, Just as I am telling her gently sit her end down...BAM, she drops her end..I sit my end down and walk over.. Yep it has about 4 sections that have come unglued and another couple of sections that have some cracks... My husband comes over and says honey is there anything I can help you do.. My daughter is apologizing. I am hot, tired, and cranky. All I can do is go inside and cool off.

This little incident just set me back about 4 bucks for more liquid nails, which I have to drive 30 minute to town to purchase . Another hour to repair the cracks, and loose boards. Then more sanding, to even out those areas. Then start back right where I was.. AARRGGGHHH.

So that's where you guys come in, only you would know what and how this feels... FRUSTRATING.

Does anyone else have a bad day story like this.

My 2 year old loves to come out in the garage with me when I am working. It is a little frustrating at times because I spend just as much time cattering to her as I work. And there is only so much you can do after she is bed because alot of it requires power tools. But then I remember that I do this for her, so we can have something that we can do together. Sure beats playing house!

She did get under my skin one day, for about 10 seconds. Over the winter I created a mold and perfected a process of making foam skulls from great stuff through trial and error. I now have 30 or so made and am in the process of painting / preping for my walk through fence. Well anyhow, I turn around at one point to find her off in the corner pealing chunks of foam off one of my better skulls. ><

I was assaulted by 3 neighbor kids one day, 4, 6, and 9. They were all amazed at the projects I had and wanted detailed explanations of all. The 4 yo was easy enough to keep distracted. The 6 yo had a thousand ideas on how to add blood to everything. The 9 yo had a glimmer in his eye and wanted to be my assistant. My work slowed to a snails pace as I had to explain everything, keep them from touching the knife and hot glue gun, and keep their hands out of my spare parts bin.

I cut up some pool noodle and gave them each a piece to mess with, but that didn't last long. Eventually I kicked them out of the garage and had them play in the front yard. My wife watched from the house door with a slight smirk, as I gave her the "get these kids outa here" look.

My 6 yo daughter only bothers me once in a while, she is still sort of intimidated by the props.

Even though it is completely frustrating to be interrupted, your daughter probably enjoys being "Mommies Little Helper".

With my daughter, if there is a catastrophe caused by her, we sit and look at it then talk about a way to fix it. She is usually the one that comes up with an idea - and even though it might not work, I kiss and thank her for helping me fix it then get her attention on something else. Yea, I'm set back in time, money, and effort, but my daughter walks away feeling good about helping dad, and that's worth more than anything.

Once I was prepping my graveyard in my backyard (during the off season to test some ambieance effects out) and my little brother kept wanting to knock over the already barely standing tombstones. Needless to say, I was a bit miffed and told him to tend with his coin collection. A little less epic than everyone else's but I seem to not be bothered when making props.

I get into the zone when I work on hallween,noone else in my family cares about what I am doing. I never find enough tme to work on props,so when I do get the time that's when everyone needs mommy. Just had one of those days, she is one of my only helpers hence me asking for her help.

All of my "kids" have 4 legs and when they bother me, they get put into a cage. Never was brave enough to try the 2 legged kind, so kudos to those who are. I'm afraid if I had a little one that pestered me while working on Halloween projects, we'd have to play little games like "here, lets try to make you into a saran-wrap mummy (concentrating the wrap over the mouth) or "lets see how good you look in my new coffin with some dirt on top". (just kidding, of course)

No wonder I don't have real kids. I feel your pain, though, so hang in there. Or you could just give them a little Nyquil in their sippy cup

Unfortunately i have learned this lesson very quickly. If you are a prop builder there will always be something that you have to guy buy that you need, or another adjustment to make to get it just right. You will need 4 2" bolts and only have 3.There will always be something. But that just makes it all the sweeter when i see it on halloween night in all it's glory and remember the funand challanges i had in creating it.

I might have made a mistake in letting a neighbor help me paint because all thru the night she had her hands on anything I was trying to make after that. She's mentally/physically handicapped and a wheelchair poses a big obstacle but I can escape to my backyard if I need to.
Little ones are easily amused with a hunk of foam,hammer and roofing nails. They will pound those things and remove them all night long

Originally Posted by BooBerrie

All of my "kids" have 4 legs and when they bother me, they get put into a cage. Never was brave enough to try the 2 legged kind, so kudos to those who are. I'm afraid if I had a little one that pestered me while working on Halloween projects, we'd have to play little games like "here, lets try to make you into a saran-wrap mummy (concentrating the wrap over the mouth) or "lets see how good you look in my new coffin with some dirt on top". (just kidding, of course)

No wonder I don't have real kids. I feel your pain, though, so hang in there. Or you could just give them a little Nyquil in their sippy cup

Hahaha booberrie, you sure would have some realistic props

Oh yeah its a real pain when I'm in the garage and my boy has some friends over they seem to just hang out in the garage talk to me non stop while My boy is working on their bikes. The thing that really chaps my !%#!@! is they constantly like to pick up stuff without asking. I guess we have too many interesting items out in our garage. Funny thing is they only come around when I am in deep thought on my next addition to my current project.