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.
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.
Heh…the baseboards!
Fans…
Toilet seats…
LOL!!!
You’ll be happy to know I intercepted a package of non-washable Crayons from Helen yesterday. They are hidden in my car currently and will be disposed of in an undisclosed secure location.
I have now repainted that wall.
It is truly amazing how much damage one child can do in such a short amount of time. I always get nervous when any of mine get quiet.