Bless This Mess!
Technically speaking I think the A-bomb stands for Abby-bomb. She can rip through a house and turn everything upside down in under five minutes. So when one of my nativity scenes turned up missing I didn’t panic.
“Abby, where is baby Jesus?” I asked.
“He’s at Littlest Pet shop.”
Bet that’s a first for a nativity scene!
Then I went in the dining room.
Before Abby came all the napkins had rings. When I noticed that all of them were gone but one I asked her where they went.
“I can’t remember, Nana,” she said.
With a little encouragement we found three of them. Maybe the rest of them will turn up.
Next I noticed a stocking with a strange shape to it. I hadn’t put anything in the stockings yet.
“What’s in the stocking, Abby?”
“A book for Christmas,” she said.
It seems when I wasn’t looking she was stuffing items from all around the house into the stockings. Before you tell me to look there for the napkin rings, I already have. They weren’t there. I did find a toothbrush (used) and a flashlight.
I’ve never been one to stress over a clean house. My prayer is “Bless this mess.” Life wasn’t meant to be spent fretting over toys on the floor. So if you come to visit after Abby’s been here, just step over it and go on.
Oh, and if you have any spare napkin rings I may need to borrow a few before Christmas.
I have an Abby, too, only mine is named Isaak. He cannot walk through a room without reaching out and touching, picking up or moving everything that his eye falls upon. After he’s been over to visit, the next day I have a dozen reminders of his presence as the guest towel is on the floor, the items in the niche have been rearranged, the paper clips have been strung together and the turtles in my collection been lined up in a row. It makes me smile, but his mom needs a lot of patience!