My husband is grinding his teeth, and I can’t sleep.
It was insanely hot today and our entire family spent most of the day holed up in my mom’s air-conditioned room watching New Girl and snacking on chips and juice.
I’ve got a really important announcement that I’ll be making very soon. It’s something I am really excited about, and I’m just making sure I tell my family and close friends first before posting it online. I don’t want to put myself in a sticky situation where they find out first from my blog and not from me.
I’m really trying my best to make Sunday Mass a regular habit. We got to go today to the 7:30PM mass in the village parish. I have to be honest though, I had a tough time understanding what the priest was saying because he was sort of eating his words. His homily also did not make much of an impression, and the most striking portion in my opinion was when he said “Liars go to Hell!”
That statement was of course followed by a moment of silence.
The parish announcements portion had to be the highlight of my day. It went something like “All the household help in our village are invited to attend a mass in celebration of St Joseph The Worker. Please feel free to bring your cleaning tools for blessing.”
Mr C, the kiddo and I spent a good two minutes giggling, thinking about our maids going to mass with mop, broom and vacuum cleaner in hand, ready to be blessed. Kinda weird, if you ask me. Has anyone ever done that? Have their cleaning tools blessed I mean? I’d love to hear from anyone who’s done that before. How different has your cleaning experience become? Seriously. I’d like to know!
It’s past midnight and I’ve got work tomorrow, and I’m still up. Good luck to me trying to never be tardy again!