Sorry to restart us on a downer, but here's a great idea from Father DMJ. Maybe the boys would let us tag along for the proposed Easter make-up service, because I've been coming up short on Lenten contemplation and Easter joy for a few years now. After a long week of dressing babies for services, hauling babies to services, keeping them quiet during services, participating only intermittently and perfunctorily during services (or, alternatively, in an official musical capacity, with accompanying anxieties), housing and feeding lots of weekend guests, and maybe even trying to mortify the flesh a little bit, all without the help of Dad who is necessarily at or preparing for church around the clock, AND having to put everything on hold whenever Small Guy gets sad or hungry, I really feel like I've missed out on Holy Week and Easter. It was such a zoo around here that we forgot to hide the eggs on Sunday and had to hold the hunt yesterday (the babies didn't seem to hold it against us too much).
Not that I didn't receive the gifts--but I didn't get to savor them, and that makes me sad.