Disappointment

I walked into Bells room the other day and found a lovely spot on the wall where she peeled off the paint. There is now a random white circle about the size of a soccer ball beside her bed. I was furious, livid, enraged, you name it. I didn’t yell, I didn’t scream, and I didn’t spank, I just got sad. I was sad. We spent a lot of time on her room and bought a random oops paint from the store. It took us a few weeks to get it all painted, trimmed, and set up. I was hurt that she would think that was a good idea and disappointed that she tried to hide it. I let her know how I felt and she cried and cried, and then she apologized to me. That was the end of it. She understood the feelings behind it, not just a time out and me yelling.