Is it over yet?
Yep, it must be the second day of Lent. One day of fasting and this girl is done.
Seriously lacking in some Catholic discipline. The nuns would be so disappointed. I can smell the chalk dust now.
This is how I always feel at the beginning of this penitential season. Not my favorite liturgical season I have to say. For some reason this year I feel the need to dig deep and really make every effort over the course of the next six weeks to be in this moment and time.
To fast and not cheat.
To pray and not sleep though it.
To love my family even when I am tired, cranky and hungry.
Sounds like a party right?
Well there will be on heck of a party on Easter Sunday that is fo shizzel fo sure!
So today as I recover from my fasting yesterday (simply means I need to control my carb loading), Miss Courtney and I hung out together, listening to Pandora playing quietly (since I have given up TV Mon-Fri as part of my Lenten practice) and folded four loads of laundry.
I’ll wait for you to finish yawning be fore I go on.
Here is my moment of contentment. I give you Miss Courtney…
|“Aw shucks Mom”|
|“Ok, seriously…you need to go back to doing your housework.”|
|“Yea, this is pretty much what I think about hangin out
|“HA, I stick my tongue out in your general direction.”|
|” I just crack myself up sometimes.”|