Friday, March 25, 2011

It's Friday...and I realllllllly want a cheeseburger.

It's Friday. We're coming up on the third Sunday of Lent. 
And I REALLLLLLLLY want a cheeseburger today.

Lent is HARD.
well. and it's supposed to be. otherwise, what's the point?
So I offered it up and went with the salad instead today. blerg. Who wants a salad when there's a lovely gorgeous Black & Bleu burger staring you in the face? All warm & steamy with melty bleu cheese dripping off around the edges? *sigh*

So we're two Sunday's into lent...three masses in (counting Ash Wednesday) and I had my first major stumbling block last Sunday.
I skipped mass.
There! I said it!

I was kid-free...and I had a baby shower to go to that morning...and I should have set the alarm early enough and scuttled my little butt over to service beforehand, but when the boyfriend looks at you with big ole' puppy dog eyes and asks if you think you have time to go to breakfast at this great little diner around the corner?  Well. I just caved. The end.

And you know what? I don't know that the hour-breakfast wasn't, in some way, holding true to the spirit of things. Maybe I'm just stretching here (and, let's be honest, that's proooobably the case) but it was one of those meals that makes me thankful for other people.

We both put away our phones and talked.
Actually talked during the meal!
You can't tell me that's not rare these days...
And we took our time.
And we enjoyed our food and didn't wolf it down, precut into a thousand tiny pieces for tiny little hands to grab off our plates.
And I said a little prayer when I got back into my car
It went something like:

"Dear God, thank you for this gorgeous morning and thank you for warm crepes and Dan and for the extra hour to sit and enjoy both of those things at my leisure. Oh, and God? If I could make it through the next hour without exploding from all the amazing food I just ate? That would be lovely. Amen"

But. I should have gone to mass.
I know.
What can I say? I'm flawed.
I'll try harder to stick to my guns this week.
I am determined to go this Sunday.
Munchkins in tow.
Maybe we'll even go out to breakfast afterwards...

1 comment:

  1. I'm with you on the cheeseburger desire. Why do I always want meat most on Fridays during Lent? Grilled cheese with ketchup for lunch took the edge off.

    Now that my kids are older, missing Mass takes on a whole new level of guilt because they get all "I should have gone to church" on me, as if they had a choice considering I'm the one (and my husband) with the driver's license.

    Ahhh...Catholic guilt. Gotta love it.


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