Or: On Looking Uncertainty in the Eye
So which would you like to talk about: Sunday night’s episode of Downton Abbey, (a double-header!) or the unexpected resignation of our beloved pope?
Neither? Well good, because I think both subjects have been amply covered already.
It’s not that I don’t have an opinion because I do. Don’t you? It’s just that…well, yesterday felt a little like September 11th for me. I was numb to read the morning’s news and yet, after doing so, what I needed most was to turn it all off. What I needed most was to process and pray.
That’s just me, though. I can start to feel overwhelmed pretty fast.
And when you’ve got lots of little ones…
Well, I find that’s not the best frame of mind.
Better to pray, as I’ve already said. Better to pray and to bake something!
Yesterday George helped me make Aggression Cookies. Have you ever made them? The recipe is very simple. You simply dump the following ingredients in a bowl:
3 cups of oats
1 ½ cups of brown sugar
1 ½ cups of flour
1 ½ teaspoons of baking powder
1 ½ cups of butter
…then you & your preschooler have at it.
(Somehow this recipe just seemed…right.)
And aren’t those little hands just sweet? Sweet, that is, until he gets ahold of Momma’s iPad and deletes all her levels on the “mildly” addictive Candy Crush. All. 47. Levels!
“I so sorry,” he said sincerely, and his repentance lessened the sting…a bit. I wonder. Does my (over)reaction point to a worthy penance? Do I really want to know?
So today’s the feast and tomorrow’s the fast. From Fat Tuesday to Ash Wednesday: Are you ready? Do you know what you’re going to do?
I think I am.
I think I do.
Happy Fat Tuesday! Happy very nearly Lent! Happy St. Valentine’s Day on Thursday!
What a week, huh?