Rating: Bloomers. (so tame we are wondering why it’s on this blog and not one of our public ones.)
So I am on the phone with Cheap Sweet Wine and we are talking about the experiences we have had taking our children to confession. One of these days my middle child (Thundercloud) is going to stop provoking fits of giggles outside the confessional by learning to moderate his voice. CSW wonders what the HECK her daughter (Heartbreaker) could possibly have to confess that keeps her in the confessional so long. But that’s not what the focus of this post is about. No….leave it to us flawed moms to figure out a way to dirty our ownselves with sin while taking our children to confess theirs.
CSW confesses to becoming QUITE irritated at Heartbreaker’s lengthy examination of conscience in the back of the church and then to her politely letting about 12 people in line in front of her. CSW then went to her dh and said bad things about her pious daughter. Didn’t Dante adress this in Inferno in a little know addendum to this famous work? The Eleventh circle of hell is reserved for parents who find ways to become irritated at their children’s piety.
And please tell me that I am NOT the only one who has children that leave confession and then fight with each other in the car on the way home. I am not kidding you when I say I have said firmly…ok! ok! in the interest of not having to confess this as a lie…I hollered at them, “You will stop that bickering RIGHT THIS SECOND or I will turn this car around and you will go to confession all over again. I am certain that Father is still in the confessional and you can start out ‘Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been FIFTEEN MINUTES since my last confession.’” They thought it was funny.
And you’ll notice I didn’t turn the car around for me to take another shot at confession after yelling at them. Deep sigh. I’m a work in progress.
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