Compelled to be humble

Last week I helped a friend out of a jam and was feeling really excited about following a prompting. It must have been getting to my head, because now I'm eating some SERIOUS humble pie.

While I was in the kitchen trying to figure out dinner last week (I think the same day as Derek's mishap at the playground), I had a feeling I should check on the kids. I did. They were in the boys room coloring on post it notes. I didn't think anything of it. I had a feeling that I should take all of it away and REMIND them they could not color anywhere but on coloring books. I think at the time Derek just had a pencil. He was being very careful with his pencil, so I ignored the prompting. HUGE MISTAKE!!! I went back into the kitchen to figure out dinner. A few minutes later Derek comes in with marker dashes on his face and clothes. I go into the boys room, to see what was going on. Jared confessed that he did it. I asked him where the marker was. (Making a mental note to move the markers to a higher spot. I have a problem with over reacting. I had not followed the prompting, I was partly to blame. The markers we have somewhat accessible for the girls are washable...) He handed it to me. PERMANENT! I figured even after a bath, we would have to wait for it to completely come off Derek. There were a few marks on his clothes, which I'd do the best to get out...It wasn't until I found the comforter he had covered up with blankets that I really started to lose it. Where did you get this? I was so sure we had hidden all of the permanet markers!! Apparently, MALIA GAVE Jared the permanent marker and told him that it would not come off of whatever it wrote on. Obviously the worst thing to tell a four year old. He marked on Derek's face, clothes, and on his comforter that Grandma so lovingly made for him.

Poor Jason had to come home and make dinner after a very long day at work. I was trying so hard to do damage control I lost track of the time.

This is after I stayed up for hours trying to get it out with rubbing alcohol (found this remedy on the internet). It worked pretty well on Derek's clothes). Sadly, this is tons LIGHTER than right after it happened. I STILL want to cry whenever I see this!

Oh, but it's not over...

Last night Jason put together his new table saw. With a smile he told me that it probably cost about what a new tail light cost us! Yeah, thought I had more room than I did backing up at the gym on Monday. Crunched our taillight into the corner of someone's bumper. Their bumper looked fine. There was some paint on it, but it was yellow and white, not the colors on our van. Left them a note, and am still nervously awaiting a phone call from the owner. Absolutely NOT my most shining moment! How humbling it is that my sweet husband can joke about it, while I feel like THE biggest bozo on the planet!

Dad Hatt, thank you SO much for doing our taxes for us! We really appreciate you taking time to do them for us. The returns are coming in VERY handy, even if it's not being used in all of the ways we wanted them to!

Sadly though one of the first things Jason said Monday night after he saw the tail light was well, there go the blessings that come from being in the bishopric. If that's the case, maybe we should pray for him to get another calling a.s.a.p. ! :)
In truth, I'd better just get humility and obedience to promptings figured out so I don't have to keep being compelled to be, and making my family suffer the consequences as well! :(

On a MUCH happier note,

So far, the plan is that Jason's going to pick up laminate and some supplies for our flooring on Saturday!! Bye-bye kitchen vinyl! Can't say I'll miss you!
Mouths do heal quickly! He's almost completely better! Derek after breakfast this morning!