Baby Jesus is MIA, and I don't feel too good myself
Since we're decking the halls and everything, I got out the Little People Nativity Set. It hadn't been out for 24 hours, and already we were short the Christ child, Joseph, and a Wise Man. The camel and the cow took a bath with Fat Baby. I want the kids to enjoy it, and to relate to the Christmas story in their own way...but I have this need to know that the set is intact at all times. I am way less neurotic than I was when I only had The President to deal with. I used to put all his toys away just so every night! Every. Stinkin'. Night. I counted (yes, really!) all the potato head pieces, and put them in the plastic case. I put the Little People cow in the barn, the chicken on the nest, the pig in the mud, etc. I am not a neat freak (by a long shot!) and I am not OCD about neatness and organization, but there is just something about making sure that I've got all my stuff. I can't stand for something to come up missing.
I found all the pieces to the nativity set tonight. (I wasn't going to sleep until I did). Our Savior and company were resting comfortably in a Wal-mart bag with some rolls of film I just got developed. (Courtesy of Fat Baby, I'm sure). Before My Baby's Daddy went to bed, I had him count the pieces (just for old times' sake) and put the set in a safe place. I think I'm going to keep it on a high shelf, and then get it down in the living room when the boys and I can play with it together. I just don't think I can take the stress of constantly chasing down all the pieces.
Yes, I did take my Zoloft today. Yes, I do have raging PMS. Yes, the family stress-o-meter is still kicking up regularly. Yes, there are only like 26 shopping days until Christmas. Yes, I need a break. Why do you ask?