Hubris Takes Heed

Let's just take a minute to appreciate the moment. To bask in the gloriousness of this accomplishment. To revel in the absolute marvel of such a surprising, extraordinary, and unbelievable feat.

At 9:30, all three of my children are in bed, with the lights out. Eliana has actually been asleep since at least 8:30. These things do not happen around here, people! I'm feeling pretty good right now. 

Of course, there are many things I have yet to do. Load the dishwasher. Clean the entryway. Fold a load of laundry. (Which just so happens to be the only clean load to fold...how about that for YET ANOTHER AMAZING TRIUMPH?!) Clear the school table for tomorrow. Finish a sleeve of Oreos. 

Obviously, I have some work left this evening. (Seriously? Who can leave three Oreos in the package? Not me. Not tonight.)

***BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP***
We interrupt this bloated-from-all-the-boasting-post to inform you that Christian came downstairs announcing his inability to go to sleep. Christian! The one who never fusses about lights out (except when I'm telling others that he goes to bed so willingly and without delay and with nary a whine)! He cannot sleep! He is excited! (Does he want to talk about something? No! He's just excited!) He asks if I can read something to him. Of course, I do.
***BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP ***

So, what was I saying?

Oh, yes! I remember.

Pride goeth before the fall.

And...Oreos goeth before the milk. (Not into the milk. I'm neither a dipper, nor a soaker.)