Anastasia got in trouble at school today. I wrote about it in an earlier post. Part of her punishment was to write an apology letter to her teacher.
She went downstairs to the table to write it and I got on the phone with a client to finalize a project I am working on for him.
While I am on the phone Anastasia finishes her letter and comes and stands next to me impatiently waiting while I am on the phone. When I looked at her, she tells me she is done. I told her to wait. I knew the phone call would not last that long.
She is now sitting behind me playing with the dogs, banging into the walls and crinkling her paper. I told her to go downstairs and wait for me to call her. I finished my call and called her to come upstairs.
I guess she got bored downstairs because her paper had little flowers all over the left top corner. Normally I would encourage this because she s very artistic. She was in trouble though. I told her to go downstairs and write it all again.
I feel bad, cause I know she spent time writing it. Although that is the very thing she is getting in trouble at school for; doing things she is not supposed to.
This is one of those days that I really need to concentrate on what is going on with her, because she is just getting in too much trouble and there has to be a reason.
