Today dawned sunny. Over 48 hours have passed since the last spew here at Casa Mir, and I think I shall declare myself free and clear. There were a few hours, last night, when I wondered if I would be the next to fall to the dreaded stomach bug. But all is well and I think–for once–I dodged a bullet.
And there was much rejoicing!
The children are off with their father. This allowed me to:
1) Sleep late.
2) Have coffee ice cream for breakfast.
3) Assemble the world’s most annoying nativity.
Now, as you can see, Playmobil normally extracts the cash equivalent of a first-born virgin-conception son for this set. And don’t forget the three wise men! Sold separately! Not as expensive, but twice as annoying because who ever heard of a nativity without the wise men? I feel so sorry for the people who forked over the bucks for the main set, only to arrive home and discover that the Baby Jesus is getting bupkus, because–oops!–the Three Kings are still on the shelf at the store. Sorry, kid!
My set was, naturally, procured at Target after Christmas for 75% off. Because I’m no fool, and also because I am cheap. So far I’d say I still overpaid. Especially considering that I expect half the pieces to go MIA within half an hour of the children discovering it.
Anyway, like all Playmobil, this was a real treat to set up. First I had to assemble the barn background, then I had to put together all eleventy billion teeny tiny plastic pieces which are so realistic, right down to the individual bracelets the wise men wore (stylish guys, they were) and the tripod that a cauldron hangs from over a fire pit. Also the Playmobil people cannot be bothered to attach decorative silver threading to the various boxes of treasure, so I followed the directions to cut the piece of cord to the proper lengths and arrange it as directed. I particularly enjoyed harnessing the camel; it felt just like I was in ancient Bethlehem!
The thing about Playmobil is that they spare no detail. I mean, sure, other nativities are nice and all. But do they have three separate bundles of chopped wood? In a basket? That sits on a stand? I feel closer to God already. And my inability to identify all the crap that came as part of the three gifts (how did three gifts turn into seven??) just goes to show me that my religious awakening is not yet complete.
Tonight after church I’ll help Santa fill the stockings, then retire with visions of my sugarplums coming home tomorrow to share their time with me. Chickadee has already phoned me in tears, today; she said she was missing me and feeling too sad. I told her that I love her with my whole heart every second of every single day, whether she’s with me or not. It resonated for both of us. A calm descended. Then we discussed tomorrow’s plans until I had her giggling.
It’s almost Christmas, and just as it was so many years ago, it’s not what was planned. And yet I’m glimpsing an acceptance of things being as they should, whether I understand it or not.
Inner peace and lots of small plastic objects… what more could a mom want?
Merry Christmas, everyone.