Tour of Home

Shanti, you can't tell by this picture (cause all the "stuff" was put away) but this is where most of the home schooling occurs:

See the chair to the left of the fireplace??? That's where I sit when I'm commenting and reading all the fabulous blogs.

Just from looking around does it appear that I am graffiti artist? FYI: Everything is super tidy in these pics because it was a big clean up weekend. Yes, I realize that I live in a very beige house. At the time I built it I thought I was going to sell it upon completion. Haven't gotten around to adding color to the walls except in J's bedroom. Not so crazy about painting with 14' and 20' ceilings. (high ceilings=bad decision) But I digress.....

Over the years with RAD there has been considerable property destruction. I've rolled with the punches and moved on but not without harboring some resentment. Seriously...I've worked hard for the things I have and most of my furniture was left to me by grandparents, great-aunts and other family members so there is a lot of sentimental value as well. Yet my kids are my kids. Huge difference. So when a little person decorated her desk I decided to "help" her. Insert Christine in my head. She's spinning around, hitting replay every few minutes. I hate that about her. ;) Then I pulled her straight out of this April 10, 2009 post. While J was in the shower I pulled out all my sharpie's and went to town. Her eyes became as big as saucers. No comments though. I think she was speechless. Then the next day she was downstairs cleaning the bathroom and I let my sharpie fly along with some crayons for good measure. Eyes even bigger. Hee. hee. You can't tell from the pics below but it is "decorated" on every single side. Nothing was left untouched.

I honestly cannot tell you how freeing this action was. I was gleeful down to the tips of my toes. Glowing even. A rush that was unbelievable. I am not being facetious or sarcastic in any way, shape or form. I "let go" of the stuff and embraced my kid.

She knows that I take care of things and am very responsible with them, therefore she knows it's a hot button for me. It's usually her first line of defense. I took it out of the equation. AND....I feel better about myself and my kid is healing.

Pretty soon I'm expecting to be decorating walls too. That should be tons of fun. My paint cans are ready and waiting.

Now scroll back up to the top and you'll notice something sneakily suspicious on her desk. :) It appears that her dolls are now using the desk as a bed. With Essie's blanket as their bedspread.
Wonder what that's about? *wink wink*

I spent last night downloading all of Christine's videos onto my ip*d. Sometimes you just got to take her on the road with you. So now she's a part of my "Rescue Lisa Package" that travels where ever I go.

The S o u thern Living Graffiti Artist.