Honestly, we have a hard enough time getting out of the house by 8:20 on Sundays to make it to Mass in time for Rosary. Leaving at 7:20 this morning was a real challenge, and we left the kitchen looking like a demilitarized zone. I didn't have time to eat, but I started to get low blood sugar and consequent shakes before leaving the house, so I grabbed a piece of bread and a to-go mug of orange juice as we left.
I had hoped to get home by 9:30, but no such luck. Bret wanted to stop at Goodwill to look for pants. Then there was a trip to a pawn shop to ask about getting a gun repaired, then a peek into an appliance shop to look at freezers, then we stopped for gas, then to pick up rabbit chow, then to pay the electric bill (which besides Mass was the only scheduled stop) and we finally made it home by lunch, all of us ravenous and Gemma soaked through her diaper and clothes. When you live in the sticks, you make the most of trips into town.
Well, we will be taking the rest of the day off. I think I will work a bit on knitting projects and then read to the boys and cut out some more snowflakes.
Have a blessed feast day!
O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee, and for those who do not have recourse to thee, especially the enemies of Holy Mother Church and those recommended to your care.