Have you ever survived such a spate of days that, when finally you reach the end of them, you sigh, “There but by the grace of God went I” ?
In the words of my 3-year-old, “Foofda.”
On Thursday I had an OB appointment in the morning (Baby’s fine!) and gave a talk to our homeschool co-op in the evening.
(I just love our homeschool co-op.)
(They serve wine & cheese at every meeting.)
The name of my talk was “A Little Way of Living Liturgically” and was clearly inspired by my husband’s unemployment. Before that, it would have been titled “A Lavish Way of Living Liturgically.”
The boys didn’t have school on Friday and so we snuck in a family outing to a cemetery. We drove to the same little churchyard that we always visit and prayed for the Poor Souls, which was lovely. Then I met with the therapist, (not so lovely, but necessary), drove the girls to choir practice at the Cathedral, and took Cate to see Jane Eyre at a local theater.
It was an amazing production with an entire cast of home-schooled teens. If you live in the area and ever have the chance to see anything produced by this company, GO.
On Saturday, we had two Little Flowers meeting in two different parts of town, a birthday party at a skating rink for a friend of Felicity’s, and a service project for Jem’s 8th grade class at his school (which we hosted).
On Sunday, I gave another talk—this time, as part of our Archdiocesan “All in God’s Plan” program. The name of my presentation was “It’s great to be a girl,” and though I got Felicity’s permission to use her picture in the title slide…
…she was still too young to attend the workshop. Next year, Felicity! (This year, I brought Cate.)
On Monday night, we attended the Fall awards ceremony for American Heritage Girls:
Whereupon George took a picture of me for you:
And then an AHG leader took a picture of both of us:
See those tired, tired eyes? I know. Wake me in five weeks after I’ve had this baby.
I don’t intend to leave the house before then.