Sunday, September 23, 2012

The Case for Skipping Church

I went to church last week for the first time in months, probably the first time since New Jersey. And it will be a place I will not be going back to for a while.

While I sat there, my mind wandered to the last time I was in church. To every week that I was in church over the last five years. I thought about how I prayed. And how praying became wishing, and wishing became hoping, and hoping became begging, and begging became pleading, and pleading became making ridiculous deals to sell my soul.

And the bitter barren woman inside of me came out. And I was miserable and couldn't wait for the 45 minutes to be over. And my mood carried over several days, and only ended with a trip to McDonald's for a Happy Meal, under a blanket, in cold, rainy, dreary weather.

The next day the sun was out. I had had some greasy food and was good for a while.

As Lesley says, like any good relationship, sometimes you need a break.

And I need a break. And so when fall kicks in, as is my usual time to become a good, Catholic girl and regular church goer, this year I will not be heading back to church.

I think the big guy will understand.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Summer's Over

I love my job, but I'm feeling completely over-whelmed right now. I want the day to go by without anyone calling me, emailing me, or needing me. I had one day like that and I got sooo much accomplished. Unfortunately, it was a Saturday, and I ended up being in the office for five hours.

I love my friends. And their kids, but I'm done with Facebook for the week. Done with the pictures of everyone's child going back to school, holding up signs as to what grade their in, waiting for the bus. Over reading my friends lament about how quickly their children are growing up and how it is possible that little Hoosey is in the 5th grade.

And so summer's over, and with the beginning of fall, I got a case of the crankies.