Day in, day out you will find me and my little white Macbook at the dining room table tap tap tapping away. Sure, there are even times when
twitter my work keeps me giving, ahem, 100% of my attention to my kids. Which I suppose isn’t ideal, but hey, I am never going to organise a craft activity for my kids. I won’t do it, I just won’t do it. And a happy Mum makes for a happy chum(?!), or kids, or something.
A couple of weeks back a truck pulled up in our driveway which is a big deal around these parts because trucks never pull up in our driveway. OK maybe occasionally a truck pulls in to deliver some online shopping but never a truck I’m not expecting! So it’s Friday afternoon when it drops off this ginormous box and I was running late for ballet with 3 kids so I left it in the front door, then rushed off. A few hours later we arrived home, in the dark (literally as we had a black out) so the box sat, lonely until Saturday morning. I had a quick sneak and realised it wasn’t for me but for two other little people in the house, so I let them do the honours…
I love her face here…”HOLY SHIT MUM, it’s toys! A SHITLOAD of TOYS!” or words to that effect…
And it was just that a big box filled with a shitload of toys from Fisher Price. Along with a fancy note from a fancy PR company telling me “my gorgeous girls” might like them. And I might like to write about them? Hmmm…
So then I ran around the house, chest puffed, feeling like I had “made it!”. Text messages may or may not have been sent to my siblings saying that I had indeed, made it! My brother was quick to reply “You’re nothing until you get offered 2 first class tickets to Dubai by Etihad”. What would he know stupid older brother? I may have said aloud a few times “Rob, look at me! My blog! I’ve made it!” People wanted to BRIBE ME FOR MY OPINION. I’m like John Laws! Awesome. There was finally some pay for all the non attention my kids get!
So, the kids opened the toys and they were awesome. Well, most of them were awesome. The Dora toys were first to be grabbed with their flashy commercial Doranisms BUT they were the first to be discarded too. She’s all flash and no depth that Dora. Harper loved the Learning Kitchen and I was OK with the fact that it had annoying music and songs because it had an English and not American voice. There was a Doodle Bear in there that comes with textas but by GOD there was no way I was showing my kids that you can draw on anything other than paper. Sure it washes off, but does the permanent marker on my nice couch come off when that inevitably happens Fisher Price? I don’t think so. Daisy loved the Digital Camera and hasn’t put it down weeks later. It was a hit at a Sydney birthday party we attended later that day which is always good to be a country kid with something cool for those fancy Sydney siders!
Seriously, Dora, what’s with the hooker purple highlights? YOU USED TO BE ABOUT THE BACKPACK. She’s changed.
And then, well, like a binge on cakes and chocolate, I felt a little woozy. I needed a shower. When Rob pointed out to me that we should have donated them to a hospital, or to someone who actually needs them, I agreed. I got a little carried away with it all. I mean, this blog is never going to have advertising on it, or be about “stuff” and when I am going to let my ego move out of the way?
A few weeks later, a little distance from it all, and I have some perspective. Dora is upside down in the toy basket with those nasty purple highlights all tattered and knotted. The bear is hidden and the textas thrown away never to be seen again. The camera and the kitchen – quality toys are being used and enjoyed. I hope that occasionally I can work with brands that are quality, that are liked, and that are used by my readers. You won’t see flash in the pan things in here, just because. But Fisher Price, well, they have been making toys forever (since I was a kid) and if they want my humble opinion on something, and my kids get something out of it, well then that’s OK by me. Am I no longer a pure blogger? Maybe. Have I sold out? Maybe. But really, at the end of the day, who cares though…right?
So. There you have it. My first ever post about something that someone gave me. See? I’VE MADE IT. Not. I hope you don’t feel let down by it, or cheapened, or somethinged. I didn’t get paid for it, my kids got some stuff from it, which means that I can write more blog posts while they are entertained. And it doesn’t involve setting up a craft activity. Winning!