It's Just So Hard to Be Humble

When I was in High School I used to think I had near perfect hands.  I know that is a weird thing to think but I was a weird kid.  Then one day during basketball practice and I jammed my finger and to this day its twisted and crooked like a witch's finger.

I tend to be just a little bit cocky and sometimes it gets the best of me. Just two days ago I was bragging to my friend about how easily JAC had transitioned to his "big kid bed." I went on and on about how JAC always stayed in bed. Last night he proved me wrong.

JAC learned how to open his bedroom door and I spent all night dragging him back to bed and slamming the door. JAC staged and encore performance today at nap time. After an hour of putting him back in his bed I gave up and put him in the bath instead. He's just so darn cute standing at the top my the stairs, blanket in hand giving me that quirky grin. When I tell him to go back to bed he runs and gives me a big hug. How do they learn to be so manipulative so early?

The story gets worse. While JAC was in the bath I was folding clothes 5 feet away from him. I wasn't watching him but he was making the most joyful noises. I silently thanked God that he was enjoying his bath and I was about to finish the last of the laundry. Plus I have always been proud of my super-sonic hearing. If anything went wrong I would know in a minute.

Finally I looked up and felt like I was on the wrong side of Noah's Ark. JAC had learned to use the spray nozzle on the tub and had succeeded in flooding the entire bathroom. There was literally 3 inches of water everywhere. I used every towel in the house plus blankets to clean up the mess.

Tonight I am tired. I am a little more humble. I have mountains of wet laundry to complete and a kid in bed. Tonight when JAC tried to escape he seemed a little less cute and his dad went down and delved out a consequence.