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6 Games I Hate Playing with My Kids

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Not a fan of pretend play? Or maybe board games aren’t your thing? You’re not alone. Here are six games I hate playing with my kid (and yes, I’m still a good mom).

Make no mistake: We love our kids. We do. No matter what you read in the rest of this post, hold tight to that solid truth.

But there is another truth, that is just as true: there are games I hate playing with my kids.

In no particular order, here are the worst kids games (pretend play, board games, and more) that we wouldn’t mind never ever ever not once having to play ever again.

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6:59 am is Too Early for Play-Doh

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When is the right time for Play-Doh? And other Mom schedule preferences #momlife #playdoh #ihateplaydoh #kidsactivities #kidsschedule #momschedule #SAHM #SAHMschedule #dailyroutine #dailyroutineforkids #toddlerschedule #earlymorningactivities #afternoonactivities #parenting #dadlife #momhumor #mommyhumor #funnymommy #sarcasticmommy

There are certain things that should not happen before 7am.

The phone should not ring. The neighbors gardener shouldn’t use his blower outside my bedroom window.

And my children should not be playing with Play Doh.

It just doesn’t fit into my idea SAHM schedule.

When is the right time for Play-Doh? And other Mom schedule preferences #momlife #playdoh #ihateplaydoh #kidsactivities #kidsschedule #momschedule #SAHM #SAHMschedule #dailyroutine #dailyroutineforkids #toddlerschedule #earlymorningactivities #afternoonactivities #parenting #dadlife #momhumor #mommyhumor #funnymommy #sarcasticmommy

Yet here we are. 6:59 on a Wednesday and we’re elbow deep in Play Doh. Mommy confession: Play-Doh is NOT my jam. Most of this is because I’m a control freak monster. Yes, I’m one of those people that spends way too much time and energy making sure none of the doh colors touch.

If I have to sit and play endlessly with it, I at least need to be touching vibrant pinks and blues and neon greens. Getting orders from my son the likes of, “Make me a bicycle, clown!” are just too depressing when I have to use a color that is far to close to that of my baby’s endless poops.

And frankly, it requires far more parental supervision that I’m ready to provide this early in the day. My day is a carefully constructed model shaped around when I’m most prepared to tend to my children’s needs.

 

An average day should go as follows:

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