Five Minutes

Tonight, after dinner, I was unloading/reloading the dishwasher.

In that five minutes, Alice took ALL of her clothes off, peed and pooped on the floor in the playroom, and then picked up a black crayon (not of the washable variety), and colored all over the wall in the stairwell. Followed by a purple colored pencil.

Alice's Artwork

Thank goodness for Mr. Clean Magic Eraser (cleaned the wall AND the nasty baseboards — mmmmm, wintertime makes the house so pretty), but I will be repainting that wall next week. Some of the crayon is still visible, and there are a few other places that have sustained other child-related damage that need repainting, too.

Every single crayon that is not or might not be washable has been thrown away. Even brand new ones. It’s just too freaking risky. I considered throwing ALL crayons away completely, but decided that was too harsh — Helen doesn’t need to be punished when I don’t think she’s ever colored on the walls.

FIVE. MINUTES.

Daaaaaaaaaaaaamn, that child is efficient.