My sweet Jack has been the main character of the first two posts of this blog and I promise that our other two children have stories that will be told...but once again I find myself feeling the need to share about Jack. There are numerous old stories that we are excited to share in the future, but today, I write about an incident that happened just over an hour ago.
The kids were hungry for lunch around 10:30 and against my better judgement to hold them off until at least 11:00, I decided to make lunch early. We ate leftovers which consisted of glazed carrots, roasted potatoes, and pork tenderloin. I have realized how fortunate we are to have children that eat pretty well, so I give them props for that. However, I do not give them props for the huge mess they create during each and every meal.
Jack finished eating lunch first. I wiped him off as best as I could, and then I told him to go to the bathroom to wash his hands. If you could have seen the mess left behind from just one child, you would also dream of putting your children through some kind of car wash after meals or simply have them eat in disposable bodysuits.
While Jack was supposed to be washing his hands at the bathroom sink (which is just off the kitchen) I started to wipe down Thomas and Caroline. I noticed that Jack had been in the bathroom with the door closed for way too long...so I opened the door and instantly my blood started to boil. If you know me, you know two things about me, I am a stickler for cleanliness and I have a terrible, horrible temper.
To my dismay, Jack had decided to not only wash his hands, but the entire bathroom as well. Soapy water covered the sink area and everything in reach of our 3 foot tall toddler. Bubbles were expanding, bursting, and popping all over the sink, the mirror, the toilet seat, the walls, and the floor. Water seemed to be cascading down all vertical surfaces. The only things missing were a wetsuit and a raft.
Jack saw the disappointment and anger on my face and sheepishly walked past me out of the bathroom. I sent him to his room while I cleaned up the monsoon and the rest of the lunch mess. After the 'water park incident' in the bathroom I went up to Jack's room to talk to him about what had taken place. When I walked into the room I found him standing on his bed with different clothes on and a backpack on as well. Jack had taken the liberty to change his clothes because they were obviously soaked and that's when I noticed he had put his shirt on backwards and his jeans were unbuttoned because that darn button is just too difficult for a 3 year old. He tried!
A smile swept across my face, and that's when I realized how silly it was for me to be so upset about a soapy bathroom. At least the floors and walls got a good cleaning!