Nativity Brawl

If you happen to read more than one or two of my blog posts, you might be a bit concerned for my mental well-being.
One day, I'm happy and grateful and talking about how I'm counting my blessings.
The next day, I am the Grinch. In a 39.99 year-old woman's body.

It's ok. I'm ok.
And I'm not bi-polar.

I'm just keepin' it real.
(And saying stuff like that makes me feel younger.)

In case you were wondering, I made my self-imposed weekend deadline of getting a better attitude.
Our Sunday service may have had something to do with it.
But not for the reasons you think.
Our chapel service had their annual children's Christmas program this weekend.
I would love to say that the beautiful music and angelic faces put me in a better mood. But that wouldn't be the whole truth.

It was the 2 tiny preschool shepherds.

They weren't holding stuffed lambs or saying verses.
They were fighting over the microphone.
Pushing and shoving to see who could get the closest to it.
And then singing LOUDLY into it whenever they'd shoved the other shepherd out of the way.
It was hysterical. (Unless you were the mommas of these 2... I'm certain they weren't amused.)
But it brightened my mood.

And reminded me not to take this whole holiday madness too seriously.