Reserection of the Manger

Less than one week before Christmas: shopping check, cards mailed out check, tree put up check, holiday decorations check oh wait that was a check. Friday was a crazy day running around getting ready for Isla's Christmas party. Leo and Dee try to be good for the most part, but from time to time lack of attention gets the best of them. I had Isla on the floor playing with her Christmas manger from last year. I don't know what is was/is (we still have one Shepard left) about these little stuft people, but they are like doggie drugs. If they are out Leo and Dee have to go for them. Maybe it is the thrill of the hunt they can tuck them into their cheecks so I am not sure if they have something or if I am losing my mind. Someday's I am unsure about both. On Friday I was running around loading food, wrapping paper, decorations, and Isla into the car and walked out the door leaving the manger unattended. I should have ran back in the house and put it away like any logical person would, but on days like Friday you come to the realization you can only fight so many battles and saving the manger wasn't going to be one of them. I use to look at kids in full costume in December at the grocery store and think really? Or see your random 4 year old in snowboots in July, but now I get it. In order to escape parenthood with an once of sanity you can't sweat the small stuff, and it is all really small stuff.

So on Saturday morning I wake up to not the sound of Isla saying Mama or wanting out of her crib, I wake up to the resurrection of baby Jesus and the rest of the manger people that had gone missing on Friday night. I woke up to Leo making a coughing noise only to try to in what felt like slow motion get him down a flight of stairs out the back deck only to witness the resurrection. I was tired and could only laugh. I left Leo outside with a dish of water to recover and jumped back into bed and got to use a once in a lifetime reply when Joey asked "Is he ok?" "He's fine, he threw up Jesus, and what I think was two Sheppard's and Mary" then I went back to sleep for another hour.

I contemplated writing about this story, but this story is what my blog is all about. I didn't name the blog the best days of my life because I want to pretend life is all sunshine and roses all the time. I wanted to write about all the up's and down's that I face on a daily basis that make me who I am. One day when Isla ask why she has a manger with only a lonely Shepard in it. I can laugh and tell her that Leo had other plans for them ;)

Merry Christmas!