On Sunday after church Asher was so tired that he fell asleep in the car... nothing new there. However, when we arrived home I noticed that he had a messy diaper. That made five in 12 hours. Whatever. I had Dan set him down on the changing table and proceeded to do my job. He never moved a muscle. He was out COLD. I kept expecting him to wake up at certain times (when I took his diaper off, when I used a cold wipe, when I put his pants back on...) but he never did. He just lay there with a little smile on his peaceful face. That is the most enjoyable diaper changing experience I have ever had. By far.
Today I worked with a bunch of kids on Pirates. I love directing. I love funny musicals. I love kids. Today I forgot that I loved all those things and I almost walked out of the theater, never to darken the doorstep again. Some of the kids were nice and attentive when I was trying to talk, but most of them were disrespectful jokers with ADD. Why did I ever say I would direct a Junior High musical? I must have taken naive pills that morning.
The sad thing is that Asher will never be that good during changing time ever again, and I have to go back to the Junior High tomorrow.