is on the walls, literally. Its been a somewhat trying day. E did not nap and was really fussy at bedtime tonight. So during her bedtime staling, bathroom time with books, I had J call to talk to her because she hasn't heard his voice since Sunday morning. I was hoping that the reason she was crying was because she missed him and didn't know how to express it. She was super excited to talk to him and to hear his voice. The look on her face was amazing. She definitely misses him. So I put her back to bed at the end of the call and went to clean up the kitchen. She was really quiet so I figured she had settled down and was going to sleep. Then I heard her talking in her bathroom. I went to investigate and caught her messing around. So I sent her back to bed and as I was telling her to go to sleep I noticed the wall. She had colored on her wall and window with a red bathtub crayon. Are you freaking kidding me? Its an hour past her bedtime and I am wiping red crayon off of her wall and window. I sternly tell her to go to bed and leave. I finished cleaning the kitchen and I sit here now tired and annoyed. How can something so cute be such a pain in the arse?
On a more positive note I am on the foot of the second sock. I had a lot of time while I waited in the doctors office to knit. E was with a friend which was really nice because having to jump through hoops to entertain my kid while I wait endlessly for a doctor is not fun. I am off to salvage what is left of my sanity and energy before bed.
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