FREE TWO YEAR OLD...WILL DELIVER!!!

Melynn very much so has tried our patients. Yesterday she graciously decided to give herself some "art time". Let me explain.*

At about 4:00 I went into Melynn's room to check on her. She was supposed to be napping (which scarcely happens lately). When I opened the door to my AGGRAVATED surprise, Melynn had conducted at art piece by taking off her poopy diaper and using it's contents to paint on EVERYTHING, walls, floor, file cabinet, table, computer, bed, Alex's crib, stuffed animals, blankets, EVERYTHING. When I walked into the room she immediately started to cry and say "sick" over and over again. She knew what she had done was wrong.

After giving her a not very nice bath which mainly consisted of the scrub down of her life and getting hosed off with the shower head. She got the biggest time out she has ever had, about an hour on the bean bag with nothing to do but fold her arms until daddy got home at 5:30. I know that seems harsh but I draw the line with finger painting with your own poop.

When Peter got home we were cleaning it up and we decided we were going to make her sit in Alex's crib and watch us clean it up while we sternly talked to her about this not being an acceptable behavior, but after a while we let her out to go play in the living room. When I went to check on her I found that she had pulled off the right 'shift' key on Peter's laptop (we've only had it about a year), so I spanked her pretty hard and put her back in Alex's crib.

All the while our poor little Alex was stuck in his saucer toy screaming to get out. I felt so bad, but we couldn't let him out, because he would have crawled into his room which is where the mess was.

Later in the evening after we had put the kids to bed early, really early...7:30 (for us 7:30 is really early). I was on Facebook and made a comment about what had happened in my status bar and my "awesome" brother-in-law (Charlie) commented "quit whining that's part off being a parent. I think it is funny". I politely responded "Charlie, I'll make you a deal. The next time it happens I'm calling you to come clean it up. Off her walls, floor, bed, chair, tv, stuffed animals, books, everything. I was literally gagging the whole time. Then you can tell me to "stop whining". ".

A lot of you may think that I was a bit harsh, but you have to remember I've been dealing with this crap (literally) for about 8 months. So the question is...How would you react?

*Also I don't know how much of this makes sense, but it's very late and I've had an extremely CRAPPY day.