It's December the third, and tonight I decided it was about time we started to get into the Christmas spirit as a family.
Life has been busy lately... super busy and rather stressful. Our family needed some special time together - and here's where I envisioned a perfectly sweet evening together, putting up the Christmas tree, listening to Christmas music and sipping on creamy eggnog.
Firstly, on pulling out the Christmas decorations from the shed, we discovered that rats had decided to shred some of our baubles to use the fabric for making their nests.
*record scratch sound here*
I tried to encourage the kids to sit at the table and fill out Christmas cards for their teachers, with a candy cane inserted in each envelope. The twink (correction fluid) was needed urgently, then it was spilt over the table.
Then I read one of the cards...
"Dear Mrs ............, You have been a great teacher aid teacher this year.
Your job must be hard doing the same thing over and over every day
but we thank you for doing it."
I really hope she doesn't get depressed after reading that.
There were loud grizzles for a candy cane each, and after I gave in, there was random dancing on the top of the couches, rolling around the floor and shrieks from one very sugar over-dosed certain 5 year old child.
There may have been a bit of yelling. I may have been one of the ones yelling. We may have realised that all the windows of the house were wide open while the yelling had been taking place. There may have been one very embarrassed mother after that discovery was made.
The tree was finally put together, the "un-eaten-by-rats" decorations hung by two amazing little helpers. I restrained myself from re-decorating the tree (I'll do it tonight while they're asleep). The eggnog was made and the family photo was taken.
I'm so glad that Jesus was born in a normal everyday manger, where animals were making noises, things were probably spilt, and there may even have been some naughty rats around. I'm so glad He understands what real life is like... and He's okay with that.
Life is crazy, but it is good. I love my family (and I'm praying our neighbours still love me).