I remembered right around 6 pm tonight that there was a special Mass for the St. Thomas Mothers Assn tonight at 7. Since I remembered so late, no chance of getting a sitter since Dave was working late tonight. So, call me insane, but I really wanted to go. I (turns out underdressed) lugged CJ into the car and drove over there. CJ was ok for the first half, distractable with toys, and then he just wouldn't be quiet so to the back of the church we went. And CJ proceeded to make lots of noise in the back, making any attempt at rejoining the group fruitless.
I couldn't help but be jealous of the moms there who were so put together and kidless for a couple of hours. But listening to Fr. John's homily about the important work we do, creating relationships in the home and elsewhere, really got to me, making me thankful for my vocation and my family, and I wanted to sit and emotionally ponder these deep thoughts. (Thank you very much, little baby preborn, for making me an emotional nutcase.) After Communion, CJ would not last even a few more seconds so in the back of the church, I received Fr's blessings, blessed myself and my two babies, and drove home praying that CJ would still go to sleep when we got back, after knowing he'd snooze in the car.
