My little Destructor

Choo-choo and I found ourselves in a situation the other day about naptime. I knew he needed to sleep. He vehemently disagreed. I left him in the safety of his bed so I could step away and take more than a few deep breaths.

As I stood calming myself downstairs, I noticed my son had grown quiet. Based on past experience, I assumed he had simply fallen asleep. I did what I had planned to do while Choo-choo slept. A little cleaning, a little writing, lots of relaxing.

An hour later, I began to hear noises coming from Choo-choo’s room. I began walking up the stairs.

Before I ever reached the top, my son ran to his doorway with his hands up. “I need to wash my hands!” he shouted.

Maybe he’d had snot or something on them from crying. I had given him tissues, but not enough I guessed. “Okay,” I answered as I walked toward him.

Then I saw him drop something. It looked like a rock, but this was impossible. He doesn’t have any rocks in his bedroom. I wondered what it could be until I saw it up close. No, I thought. No, no, no. He did not do what I think he did.

I stepped into his room to find this:


My darling, precocious son had climbed out of his bed, which I never heard him do, and decided it would be an awesome idea to destroy the drywall.

Ever my child through and through, he even divided the mess into two piles: rock and paper. (You can see that in the above left photo.)

There was drywall dust everywhere. It covered every surface near the window, especially in the carpet and on the window sill. If you notice, he also unplugged his monitor and had that on the floor as well.

Until this day, we never, ever had a problem with Choo-choo pulling at the wall or touching the monitor. He has been told many times to stay away from it and always listened before. Apparently, being told to sleep when he didn’t want to was enough to make him ignore the previous warnings.

I have always been vigilant about keeping him safe. I just never expected him to be so very destructive. Diesel and I have been working and working at making Choo-choo’s room kid-friendly enough now that he can climb out of his bed. We are going to put him in a toddler bed very soon. But now, our son has added a whole bunch of new items to our seemingly never-ending list.


Author: stepbackandbreathe33

I am a writer, mother, wife, and fighter in the battle against depression, anxiety, OCD, and PTSD.

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