[One Day Out]
So yesterday was the feast of Our Lady of Sorrows and we didn’t do a whole lot, unfortunately, other than go to Mass in the morning (me) and talk about how Mary really “gets” our suffering.
(Me again, while the rest of the family listened dutifully).
“She had seven great sorrows,” I said, waving my prayer book. “Does anyone know any of them?”
“Um…” replied Joe, “when Jesus died?”
Oh my goodness, how quickly they forget! This is why we review, right? And is not to say, Joe honey, that you weren’t correct, technically, but rather, you lacked conviction.
The thing is, I need Our Lady to “get” my suffering because I can’t make much sense of it on my own. It’s a “How does one deal with all this uncertainty?” kind of thing, along with an (un)healthy dose of “There’s a ton of crap going on in the world and I’d do well not to think about it too much.”
But I do think about it too much, you know?
And that old troll Depression is knocking at my door.
(You may remember that I struggle with this. I don’t usually get hit with postpartum depression; instead, it shows up when I’m pregnant.)
(Which is really convenient, actually, because I have so little else going on right now.)
In any case! Moving away from the sarcasm and toward the truth, I am seeing a Catholic therapist tomorrow.
Simply making the appointment gives me hope.
In other news, the hu’band and I went on a date Friday night.
I asked Cate to take our picture before we left.
And is saying that *I* did the asking even necessary? As in, this is simply not something the hu’band would do.
“Dad,” Cate cajoled, “You need to smile with your teeth showing.”
Speaking of having fun, have you been taking to heart the advice in this post? It is interesting to note that, at this writing, this post has had close to 2,000 page views. (In general, my posts get from 200-300.)
Clearly, something struck a chord. I will say that despite my being BIG WITH CHILD, I am doing my best to stay faithful to this goal. Yesterday we even met it…twice!
[Love me that 2nd Trimester Stride]
“Twice in one day!” I exclaimed. “What do you think?”
“It’s a good start,” he grinned.
Otherwise, we are still busy busy busy being us. Lots of housework, lots of homeschooling, lots & lots of other stuff. “You’ve certainly got your hands full!” I am often told, to which I reply…
And plus it keeps me out of the bars.