This morning, I shook up Lucy and my routine by bolting out of the house at 8am, panicking about being late to church.
I have realized over the past few years that the man and my year is split into halves. The half of the year when we go to church almost every Sunday, and the half when we don’t (otherwise known as football season).
We always start off really motivated on Ash Wednesday, and try to make it to church for all the Sundays of Lent. (In the general scheme of things, I think this is a good effort, mostly because Lent is arguably the most important time in the Catholic calendar).
As spring turns into summer we enjoy church, and brunch with J&J on Sundays. Then 11.30a mass stops (during the height of heat and summer) and we start to miss occasionally. When September rolls around, we try to make the effort to go to mass, but end up spending Sundays watching football instead. I cannot say that I’m particularly proud of this trend, but in the spirit of honesty, it’s the truth.
The man and I debated for awhile what we would abstain from through Lent, and came up with a few things. First, we gave up Facebook. Having done it before, it won’t be terrible, but just to be safe, I let Facebook know last night. Next, we’re going to restrict drinking to the weekends (which isn’t exactly Lenten, but it’s close). AND, we’re giving up Fast Food. To some, this might not sound difficult, but I have a love for McDonalds and Munchkins from Dunkin Donuts that only gets stronger when I’m not allowed to them.
Speaking of the man, he is safely home from all foreign parts, and Lucy and I are very happy. We are a whole family again (and I don’t have to always get up to take Lucy out at night, which rocks!).
Now, I’ve got to order sushi, because someone (oops!) forgot that you can’t eat meat on Ash Wednesday, and had planned to make Italian sausage for dinner. Guess we’ll have that tomorrow. :)