The Christmas Delivery

Do you ever have those mornings that you wish you could just do over? Or skip altogether? I had one of those mornings. One of those mornings where you just keep hoping and trying to make things better, but inevitably you accept the fact that it is just a "tomorrow will be better" kind of day.

We were getting ready to drop off some boxes stuffed with Christmas presents at our church. The boxes are for children in poverty-stricken countries that would otherwise not have a Christmas. We stayed up late last night and were both a little on edge. Still, we both keep attempting to be relaxed and generally civil to one another....here's how our morning went:

ATTEMPT NO.1
Mr. Twentysomething: "I'm sorry for being crabby. I really need to work on that, especially when you're pregnant." (Have no fear, we are not pregnant and do not intend on getting pregnant anytime soon. We just talk about babies incessantly...we really need to get a dog.) This led us to discussing labor pains and the curse after the "fall of man." Then, Mr.Twentysomething wants to discuss evolution vs. creationism with me. Insightful woman that I am, I knew this would be a terrible idea given the morning that we were having. You see, Mr.Twentysomething likes to debate and analyze. It usually leads to an argument rather than accomplishing anything of value. Therefore, I thought we should change subjects. Long story short, we ended up arguing about how much a Christian should study evolution in order to have an informed conversation about the matter.

ATTEMPT NO.2
Mr.T thinks that I am a cold, heartless witch when we argue (Okay, so not in so many words...) so I went over to hug him because I know he appreciates that. Normally this would work, but not today. Today, the marriage gods were against us. We finally decided that a change of scenery was exactly what we needed and that, if we could just get our butts out the door to church, we would magically quit bickering.

ATTEMPT NO.3
Sweet, Mr.T took the liberty of dropping me off by the church doors so I wouldn't have to walk in the rain :) I successfully deliver the Christmas packages and place them under the glittering Christmas tree...a symbol of hope and joy. When I turn around, Mr.T is now standing in the foyer of the church and is obviously struggling with my umbrella that is stubbornly not retracting. I go to help him with it because I know how to operate the thing...but out of frustration, he insists on forcing it closed. Bad idea. It shoots back open and hits him in the....er, crotch (karma). We decided it might be best if we didn't attend the service this morning....tomorrow will be better.

Santa Shmanta...pretty sure he gets cookies and magic to help him through the gift-delivery process! But when all is said and done, it's worth it. Mr.Twentysomething reminded me that our morning of frustration is minor compared to what these children deal with every day. Hopefully the boxes bring cheer to their hearts and a message of hope. That's what Christmas is all about. So, even though it's a little early, here's to a merry Christmas and a sweet, peaceful holiday.





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