I’ve been feeling under the weather today. Really I should say since Sunday I haven’t felt myself. I hate feeling sick, sort of sick, or like I’m getting sick…I just don’t want to do anything. I guess it can be a good thing though, I feel like my body is telling me I need a little break.

So after taking a sloooooooow morning I went downstairs to find Megan when I noticed this

on my banister. The ‘who would do this’ was never a question in my mind and I continued on my way to find the culprit, Megan, who was basking in the glory of watching TV all morning long. (Do I feel guilty? A bit, but it feels good to use it when I need it.)

In her childlike, I still don’t understand that my mom knows everything, way she tried lying to me. “Mom, really, I don’t know who did it.” Will I ever get her to understand you get in far more trouble telling a lie than the truth? Aargh!

Eventually she came out with it. I don’t know, it could have been the threats that put her over the edge, but she admitted it and rectified the situation by using the magic eraser (love this thing…it is magic) to clean it up. She was just about done when I walked away to change the laundry and as I came back I found her cleaning the wall on the other side of the stairs.

I told her she didn’t have to do that, but then she pointed out she indeed did…more Megan ‘art’ on my wall. I wonder, had I noticed that first if she would have told me the truth up front seeing how it’s her name and not just scribbles?

Since then I found this

in her room and a couple other offenses around the house. I’m sort of shocked that I’m dealing with this now, she four and never done this before, but for some reason she is choosing walls as her canvas. Perhaps she’s just so excited she is learning to write her name and doing it so well that she’s practicing everywhere, but then again it doesn’t explain the scribbles. Baffling? I tell you what it is never a dull day with her around.