Justin and I had a really good hockey practice yesterday. Our team had a full sheet of ice to ourselves and the kids were skating very well and showing themselves to be capable of challenge. As an assistant coach I feel one of my duties is to recognize these times and use them as opportunities to throw a little extra at the kids. So I inserted myself into their drills as a forechecker pressuring them to think and make plays. They responded by stepping up their game and coincidentally I got to have a really good skate. Win-win!
When we got home both Justin and I were very sweaty, very tired, and very hungry. We grabbed a snack and then while I was cleaning up the kitchen Justin went to the bathroom upstairs. Here's where the fun begins. Now we both needed to shower and while Justin typically uses the bathroom downstairs near his room for all his own business today he decided it would be more fun to DESTROY my bathroom before I needed to shower instead. That little shit! But I have to say I have some mixed emotion about the whole thing. It makes me a little pissed that he would knowingly stank up my bathroom before I need to use it, but then it makes me a little proud because I know he's intentionally messing with me. A little shit he may be, but a little shit off the old block!
Besides... Two can play this game. Little did he know that I was holding off a trip to the bathroom myself trying to finish the kitchen cleanup. I ordered him to get his tuchus into the shower. The pressure was starting to cause me some discomfort but I played it cool for a minute longer, it would be worth it after all. Once he was in the (tiny little) bathroom downstairs I rushed in and sat down. Now trapped in the shower Justin was doomed and he knew it. "What are you doing?" he asked. I replied, "Well since you crapped up in my bathroom before I had to shower I decided it was only right that I return the favor." It was only a minute before his voice sounded feebly from behind the curtain, "Oh God...could you please turn the fan on at least?" Ah, the sweet smell of victory!
So I went back upstairs to finish loading the dishwasher. Now since the load of dishes was going, and since Justin was showering already, and since my bathroom stank I decided I'd wait a little while to shower. I was feeling like the top dog at this point.
I pretty much waited until bedtime to shower (practice had been after dinner). Sam had just gotten done getting ready for bed when I finally got around to it. Doh! If you haven't guessed it by now you should have, Sam had DESTROYED the bathroom! That little shit! Though I had to silently give him props even if he didn't know the irony of this situation. Good job, littlest shit.
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