Crafts On Hand

When Carter was pre-reader, you know someone who could not read to themselves, I always had a bunch of kid arts and crafts kits on hand for those times when she was tired of listening to me read or play trains with her. There was nothing more exciting than pulling out a felt mitten kit or make your own miniature snowman out of little white clay pots to bring a smile to a bored Carter’s face.
Today Carter tried to go to school, bored with being home with a concussion. She made it about an hour before the headache came back too bad to stay out in the light. Back to the dark silent cave that is her room. Recovering from a brian injury is the most boring thing in the world. You are told to not think. That means no reading, no screens, no noise, no light. What is left ? The hardest part is you can’t stop thinking about falling behind, which makes your brain really crazy. But that thinking slows down the healing.  
It is a lot like telling someone who has high blood pressure due to stress to reduce stress in their life to get their blood pressure down. Telling me to reduce stress actually just increases stress.
The good thing about Carter coming home from school is that she was able to take the muscle relaxer for her whiplash and that zonks her out so when she was sleeping she was not actively thinking as much. When she woke up I tried to find something for her to do that would keep her occupied, but not with too much thinking.  
True to her toddler days I had something on hand that fit the bill, a ginger bread house kit. She thought that was a grand idea and went to work assembling the premade cookie walls. While we were waiting for it to harden before decorating could begin we played two games of Sorry. I can fully attest that no thinking whatsoever goes on during Sorry. After she won a game she felt it was time to decorate. A roof and one wall and she was already tired of that craft. “Can I finish it tomorrow?” Just like when she was two.