Sunday dinner at the house!

So we get home from church and I begin the preparations for a nice Roast Beef. I pan sear it, a roast onions, bake the potatoes...you know the works. As I am putting said roast into the oven, my dearly beloved says....."I really need to go into work today" trying to hide my disappointment I say "okay, I understand" thinking times are tight and everyone is laying off, I really should be thankful that:
1) He has a job to go into and
2) He is so crucial to the product that he needs to be there on a Sunday afternoon.

Flash forward, hours later...the roast is done, the mini mook is still sleeping, the moderate mook is up at a friends house, and the major mook is outside riding bikes with a friend.....So there I sit, A-L-O-N-E at a fully set table...now I could be sad (I was), I could be lonely (I was), but as I poured myself a glass of wine and enjoyed my meal...no one asked me for milk, nobody asked me to cut their meat, nobody fought over who had the special chair last time. Ahhh Peace AND quiet, at the same meal. Ya, I coulda been sad that I did all that work for a nice family meal, and it didn't happen...but instead I sat, I ate, I sipped my wine. For the first time in I don't know how many years I ATE...my whole meal without getting up once and without speaking to anyone. It was nice...but it was lonely too.

But as my mother used to say every cloud has a silver lining........ now I don't have to plan a meal for tomorrow..BONUS!!!!

Was he being smart or a smart-ass???

A few weeks ago, Major Mook* and I were in the car on the way to his basketball game. On the other team was a friend of his from baseball. The boy had told Major Mook that he had pneumonia, but he was going to try to play. (It was the finals after all and he is a key contributor...but that's an aside). I said, "Yes, he does have pneumonia, but it's not contageous." He looked me right in the mirror ( I was driving after all) and said " If it's not contageous how did he get it?"

S-T-U-M-P-E-D.

Still weeks later, I am not sure if he was serious of giving me shit!

The Lord's Prayer

Today, as in most Sundays, we attended church. Like usual, it was a frustrating experience. I always enter church expecting to find a peaceful time to meander with the Lord, and to look upon my beautiful children seated perfectly in their pew and listening intently to the stories from the Bible.

However, what happens looks more like a series of scenes from Married with Children meets Everybody Loves Raymond. Kids are crying, crayons are rolling under pews, someone inadvertently (or maybe I am niave) hits someone and I spend the hour flip-flopping between shhh-ing and threatening "no donuts!"

But then in the quiteness of pre-nap time, with my 3 year old all snuggled up next to me, he says "Mumma, say the Daily bread one with me"...I smile and help him through the Lord's prayer, thankful that while it seems like nothing spiritual happened at church, something got into his little noggin.

AMEN!