Today was the final day for Totus Tuus camp. A fun time was had by all. A lot of work was done behind the scenes! The behind-the-scenes-team worked SUPER HARD all day to get snacks set up and then cleaned up, to get lunches set up and then cleaned up, to make 200? water balloons and to fill water guns, buckets and assorted other water toys and distribute icecream sandwiches and popsicles. I was exhausted at the end of the day! Paul was drenched, but happy.
The wiggly boys did pretty well at mass (thank goodness) although my sweet Paul was getting on my nerves being himself. (read: wiggly, impatient, inattentive). Fortunately, another adult was able to call him to sit away from me and she was better able to get him to at least be a little still and out of my eye....
And then pride might come before a fall..... On Monday I was able to get to reconciliation... and then on Wednesday I spent the day rejoicing that I was in a state of grace. Not out loud really, but just in my head. And I did mention it aloud to the director of faith formation because I was glad I didn't have to go, since our parish priest was so busy, there really wasn't time for me to go with the kids. And I was so happy to not feel the NEED to go. And then on Thursday, something snapped and my state of grace evaporated. It is a long story, not spread about online. But I know I will be going back to reconciliation. Soon.
So note to self.... there is wisdom in the new testament when Paul? says that if we boast we should only boast in the Lord. And being proud of being in a state of grace... comes before the fall. Right back into humanity.
Lesson also learned this week: The 4th Commandment states that we should honor our father and mother in order to ensure length of days. I have a new understanding of why. And no, I did not dishonor my parents....
After getting home today, I took a short nap and then Paul and I both got showered and dressed to head to a Rosary for my dad's friend, Mr App, who died this past Monday. Being in a recieving line caught me off guard. Not so fun. Paul joined in the rosary and made it through 2 1/2 decades before Mark arrived to rescue him. I was impressed that he did well. I was also glad that my mom had an extra rosary to share.
So onto a busy weekend - I work Saturday and Sunday with moms and babies, doing lactation. I am thankful to be working in an airconditioned space.
That's about it for the moment.
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