I spoke too soon

I spoke too soon. I should know better by now. But, no, yesterday/s blog post was written too soon.

At school, Pookie stole from her teacher. Then she came home and lied about it. What did she steal? Lip balm. Again.

Then, she took things out of a shopping bag that did not belong to her. She took the package to her room, opened it, hid the trash under her bed and pocketed the item. When I confronted her about whether she had taken the item, she lied. What did she steal? A package of 2 chapsticks. Ellie had the other one. Notice a pattern?

As I was labeling the chapstick with a marker so that we could keep Pookie’s andPixie’s straight, I hear rustling around in the bathroom.

I look and Pookie is in my makeup bag, grabbing and pocketing lip gloss. And she lied about it, despite knowing that I had seen her do it.

A few minutes later, she is over by the computer desk, messing around and stuffs something down her pants (we had changed to pj’s by now) she told me that she didn’t have anything… just as a big eraser falls out of the bottom of her pant leg.

By this point I am practically in tears. I glance at the clock and it’s mercifully reading 7:15 pm, which means that it’s not too early for bedtime.

Pookie walked over to me, acting very apologetic and said she was sorry for being bad and asked for a hug. Of course, I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her thinking that this is the silver lining to a very rough day… until I notice her using the opportunity to reach behind my back and grab something else to pocket…