The princess takes a lot of work. A. Lot.
Sometimes I make the mistake of taking my eye off her. Not in public, because then she would run (and she has). I sometimes make the mistake of thinking she is doing something that isn't destructive - like the time she painted the bathroom counters with toothpaste.
You would think that I would have learned my lesson. Apparently not.
Yesterday I was grading papers. Yes, on a Sunday, which goes against one of my cardinal rules of teaching. The princess was finishing up her meds and she was having a tough time. Then she was quiet.
Blissfully quiet. And that should have been my first clue.
I thought she was just reading books in her room. I should have known better. This morning I discovered coloring. On the walls. On the door. In the closet. In crayon. In pen. In permanent marker.
Yeah. It was that type of morning.
What I have to learn about her is that she can't be left alone like that. Yes, other kids can, but she isn't like other kids. And I cant let my guard down for even a minute, because if I do, there is NO telling what might happen.
*Pictures of her artwork will be posted tomorrow, especially since I have to buy a new magic eraser to clean the walls. :)
