I Feel Pooped!

Tired isn't the word. A lousy night's sleep and a busy schedule made this morning tougher than usual. I guess you could say, "I feel pooped." But wait, there's more. Guess what I woke up to today? I wake up and my wife comes into the bathroom with our 4 year old whose hands and bottom are plastered in poop. My son walks in and looks up at me with the "What's up, Dad?" look. We immediately put him in the shower. All I can say is that shower will never be the same. And neither will I. I cleaned up that boy with only my hands, a bar of soap and the handheld shower head. These three were my cleaning tools.

I wish I could describe my anger while I was cleaning him off. This was not what I expected to wake up to. Not at all. And so I am left with a choice. Let this incident negatively affect my whole day or choose to view it in the light of humor and optimism. Being flexible is one of those rare qualities that fathers need.

Guys, would you have characterized your own father as flexible? Was he flexible with you? Or was he firm, rigid, perhaps the quintessential disciplinarian? Flexible is a good word. "Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape" is my motto for today.

Yes, I'm pooped, in more ways than one! But I'm pretty sure I'll look back on this morning and laugh when I tell this story. It is kind of funny when I look back. I think I'll leave this poop in the past.