Sunday, December 19, 2004

Where is My Husband with the Food?

We got up at six this morning to get ready for church. I'm hot and cold on church these days, in the wake of the pedophile scandal, but Child One had to be there by 8:30 for her performance as an angel at 9:00 mass.

I am not a morning person.

Mass was so long, due to the Christmas performance but also to the fact that this particular priest likes to instruct the children in attendance on how to think, pray, and breathe. "Focus!" he exhorted. "Okay, put your attention over here!" And then, "You read this, and you'll know more about Jesus than most of the people who come here to church every week."

Ah, just get on with the mass, will you, Pal?

We finally put the tree up this afternoon. I was less than motivated. I guess going around in circles cleaning up after your children will do that to you.

I did have a lovely meal with my gorgeous husband last night, sans offspring! We took the little buggers to a Christmas party at their piano teacher's house and sped off to one of our favorite restaurants with our friend, B, who paid for dinner. Deeeelightful!

Peter has just arrived with a pizza. Yum. My favorite!

Time to eat!