I have broken my Lenten promise. I have broken it four times. It is only the sixth day of lent.

I had a turkey sandwich for lunch on Wednesday. Then again on Friday.

Mass was at 7 pm on Wednesday night and not that I'm making excuses but if I was I would tell you that 7pm is exactly the time our babes are getting all pj'd up and ready for their bedtime stories. An hour of church at bedtime was simply not in the cards.

On a positive note we did attend our church's fish fry Wednesday night. We met our priest, Father Dolan, who seems like a wonderful man. We also met one of our neighbors who very politely invited Brian to a men's church retreat. The look on B's face was almost too much- it was all I could do not to bust at the seams with uproarious laughter. Brian at a church retreat?! My wonderful husband just isn't the type, if you know what I mean. While I'm trying to make a Catholic out of him, God just isn't his thing. Faith, believing, creationism, the Holy Spirit, it's all just a little much for my scientifically minded hubby...

I digress. Back to me being a bad Catholic. Oh yes, we also did not attend mass on Sunday. Strike four. You see, B was at the hospital rounding and I was alone. There is no daycare drop off so it was to be me and two 19 month olds in a pew for an hour. To be honest God, I just didn't think I could handle it. Forgive me?

I will not eat meat on Friday and I will go to church on Sunday. I promise.