1. This past week I had my semi-annual Talk With My Husband, which has followed the same format for years. It began with a listing of my husband’s Various Maddening Faults, continued with Sundry Complaints About the Kids, and ended with a Five-Tissue Existential Lament. This week’s session was typical, except that we had to forgo our usual post-Talk outing to the local sports bar for chicken wings and beer because the kids had an orchestra rehearsal. Well, open communication beats an open bar.
2. My three teens are involved in a homeschool coop that meets every week. This past Tuesday was their last day of classes before Christmas break. I wanted to give presents to the kids’ long-suffering teachers, so I got up early and made three batches of rocky road candy, packaged and trimmed them prettily, and handed them to the kids as they departed at 8:30am. Apparently my success ended at that same time because, two days later, I opened the trunk of the car to find two of the three teachers’ gifts lying beside an empty water bottle and half a bag of potato chips. Grrr.
3. We started going to daily Mass. Again. We periodically commit to daily Mass, and go great guns until some morning when something – an icy road, a migraine, an appointment – prevents us from getting to church. Of course, the momentum is then lost, and it could be days, weeks, or (I’m ashamed to admit) even months until we get back into the habit of daily Mass attendance. So the fact that we’ve made a good start with good intentions is a big deal!