Matt and I escaped our "real life" for a few days to go on a trip to Vegas.
About 2 weeks before Vegas, I spent some time taking a sports-themed wallpaper border off Nate's wall. He decided that it would be really funny to tear pieces of the border off, and it was beyond repair. Instead of having his room look like crap, we just decided to take the border down and repaint. After some brainstorming, Matt and I decided that a "Map Room" would be awesome for Nate. He is in love with maps, and has had the names and locations of all 50 states memorized since he was about 4! We scoured the internet for some awesome pictures, bought huge frames for his giant new maps, found the perfect paint colors, and even hung a chair rail. His room was awesome. We put a ton of effort into making it just right for him: comfy, not too stimulating, and Nate-friendly.
Last night (Sunday) was our first night home, and bedtime wasn't too bad! I thought, "boy I hope we turned a corner!" Nate wasn't screaming, he wasn't kicking his door, pulling things out of his dresser/closet, or anything like that. Nate was just playing quietly in his room. Matt and I went to bed about 9:15, and Nate was still up and playing quietly. We didn't go in there to say goodnight because we didn't want to disturb him.
This is what we woke up to....
Nathan had completely peeled off at least 3 layers of paint from his wall (I've never even seen that green or pink color on his walls!). His awesome map room has been destroyed, and right now I have no desire to fix it. I know it needs to be done so that he doesn't make more of a mess out of it tonight, but I just don't feel like it right now. I can't even begin to explain how disappointed I am. When I opened his door and saw it, I wasn't even mad. My heart completely sank and I just wanted to sit on the floor and cry. I took so much time making his room perfect, and he doesn't even care. He pointed to the missing paint on his wall, and giggled. I don't think I've ever felt disappointed in Nate's actions until today. He's done some silly and crappy things in his life, but nothing has made me feel so unappreciated and taken for granted. I told him how sad he made me, but he just smiled and pointed again to the missing paint.