i think i did it, i finally broke my kids. they used to be so well behaved and now, they just draw all over everything with pens...
(or in stella's case, pre potty training, her poop...)
the seat of my new car, our less then twenty-four hour old stroller, and one of my giant mounted photos of stella. pen, all over it. i have three kids, three, and one of them is eight years old, and not once in those eight years of being a mom, until this last month has any of my kids been a "off the paper" colorers and it is stressing me out. how can i possibly hide all permanent writing materials or gum, let's talk about gum - stella can find a hidden piece or package anywhere and devour the whole thing in seconds. who is this kid? i am not going to give up on the idea of having nice things when you have kids, i can't just give up my style for all washable surfaces. so we power on and we stand in the corner a lot and we lose privileges.
it makes me wonder what is going on - is it the new baby coming? i am going to argue no - even though i agree it is a huge change for everyone, nothing has really changed yet. there are no big pieces of stuff coming into the house or no one has lost a room and we don't even talk about it that much. so is it all being together for the summer continuously trapped indoors because of rain? probably.
i mean in all honesty i am so lost here. these naughty kids are so foreign to me and i am not bragging by any means, just trying to navigate a major shift happening here. i have to fish stella out of a self prescribed sink bath at least three times a day and thank god for a lock on our fridge water spout. rowan hits her sisters all of the sudden, but really that could just be a direct result of the fact stella is constantly beating the crap out of her.
don't even get me started about the arguing and the lack of responsibility for ones messes - there is a lot of that happening too. is this what i have to look forward to when they are all teenagers, except multiplied by a hundred? there better be wine, i am just saying.
i love my kids and feel so blessed to have three unique, charismatic, strong, smart girls but lord please return the ones who obey my rules and put their dishes in the dishwasher because i might not survive the summer.
so, how do you battle your little wall picasso?