we're not exactly regular church-goers. i'm a bit of reluctant catholic. but that good ol' catholic guilt always makes an appearance around the holidays and i feel a need to suddenly drag everyone off to church.
so i start making arbitrary we're going to go to church announcements. sometimes weeks in advance. sometimes days. sometimes i just spring it on the kids on the actual day of the most holy holiday of the year just as they dig into their baskets.
my husband says i should work on my timing.
so annabel goes downstairs and announces to lulu
mom says we're going to church.
and lulu says
well, it's not like he's a zombie or anything.
we never did make it to church. instead, we planted some seeds, picked up some poop from the backyard, went for a bike ride and had some friends over for a beer and the tour of flanders.
i’ll be going to hell in a handbasket someday. i hope my husband takes the kids to church.