Monday and Tuesday, Too

It's June 4.

June.

Fourth.

Four.

The fourth day of June.

Where the hell did the first three days of June go?

Or perhaps the 31 days of May?

Friends, I admitedly (is that a word?) have to come clean.

I've been in a complete haze.

Maybe a better way of describing it would be a funk with fog.

I've been in a foggy hazy funk causing me to apparently lose track of time. 

Lots of time.

I couldn't really tell you why.

I think I've gotten into the habit of just saying, "everything is great"

"We're fine"

My typical response to "how are you doing?"

is
"Awesome, no complaints"

And really, I don't have any.

But by always saying it, I begin to forget that maybe it's all not fine.

Nor dandy.

My rhythm has been way off and I've not been able to find it.

That makes me feel less than awesome.

But why the hazy funk?

I'm a blessed girl. I've pretty much got it all.

I think I can answer in two words.

Ready.

Set.

Go.

No CHURCH!

With red cheeks of shame and trembling fingers I type

that we took a major hiatus from going to Sunday mass.

I hate to say it. Type it. Admit it.

It's who we are.

It's what we did do.

But we hadn't.

And it makes me sad.

Sad for so many reasons.

I'm mad at me for not pushing.

Encouraging the going.

Making it priority.

Enforcing the non negotiableness of the situation.

But I haven't.

And I don't know why.

Don't worry, friends. This post won't be all doom and gloom.

There's sun shining through the fog. The haze. 

Guess who was back at Mass yesterday?

C'mon I'll give you a free guess.

The Bs.

We went yesterday.

It was awesome.

The real kind of awesome.

We were there as a family. The four of us.

Praying. Singing.

Staring off into the distance.

Getting up seventy two times for water

the bathroom

to pick up the shoe that was accidentally dropped behind the pew

(don't ask, I don't know)

Basically, I can't explain what finally brought me to the

breaking point of being the pusher of all things mass - ish

I just said, "enough, we're going."

And so we did.

And since we're playing guessing games, guess whose found her rythem?

Yup.

Little old awesome us...