adulting like a child

That kind of a day, Dark, wet, drippy , zero motivation,Sunday. The chill penetrates, no matter what we do we are just going to feel drippy., clammy, cold. I warmed my hands under the faucet, went to see what was happening in the doll closet. I am here to tell you that , Yes, it is possible to waste time. I have so wasted all of the time in this day.

They had heard that their neighbors, Juanita and Luigi  were having trouble with their new born, so the girlettes decided to help. "Let's babysit! Let's babysit and be the three wise men bringing gifts to baby Jesus! " said Maple."You , be a wise man, I am going to be Santa", Marden corrected, "and I am going to be the angel on high", heralded Nat.

Juanita and Luigi had  made a bed for their baby out of  their salad bowl- the girls didn't think that was  a very good manger. They sent the parents home with the salad bowl and made a manger out of something they found in the bathroom. 

The baby was  a difficult child to please, that's for sure.  Maple , the wise man, gave him her favorite duck. Nat , the angel, sang"LO and unto us a child is borned", in a most melodic professional angel voice. Marden, proud of her fluffy Santa suit,  mostly stood around wanting  to have her picture taken, because- OBVIOUS!!  looks splendid!

Well, that baby just cried and cried,  though he was bestowed with the best gift in the whole wide  world, The Duck Of Murr, and Santa - RIGHT THERE in front of his very eyes,  and a  real true angel  proclaiming things that angels  proclaim in a most  accomplished   manner- little wonder that Juanita and Luigi said "bye bye- have a good time-see you later, don't call us, we'll call you, see you in the fall if we see you at all". They were   glad  to get home to make salad now that they had their bowl back. 

 Baby  "Jesus" didn't  like the  wise man  gift, maybe because it kept tasting  his  head in a hammering   poking way. "LO", proclaimed  the angel on high, " baby Jesus  is discontenteth, and musteth be cuddledeth  on thine lapeth". "Fine", said Maple, " my duck has to go eat dinner, this game is OVER- don't like it very much anyway, baby's no fun " she decided then and there that babysitting would not be one of her career choices.

The wise man, the angel and Santa cuddled the infant "Jesus" and "LO" all was right with the world, at last  no crying he made, but" LO", he had cried so much all of the days that  his face  stuck.  ( lesson learned! your mother was right- it will stuck that way.) The girlettes decided to keep him anyway, better them than his  hopped -up -on-salad -crazed parents. "Thus-all  lived happily ever after", proclaimethed the angel on high,  until five o'clock, when Luigi came to collect the child, having had his fill of arugula, and the girlettes put on their jammies  ready for a night full of good dreams. THE END. "LO", Nat said as she drifted off to slumberland.

 Don't worry, I did all  of my adulting before baby Jesus showed up. Cleaned out some drawers, swept the floor , bought some stuff online for the Lad, made tea, ate a bunch of   chicken,  cleaned a toilet, Cause, you know, you better be ready when Jesus comes - wear your best frock and make sure things are tidy!

Our   millionth covid Sunday, don't judge.