It's that time of year again. Lent. Time for us to give up something for 40 days. I asked the kids last night at dinner what they were going to give up. I said I'd give up Diet Coke and all sweets except the things we call "fruit juicies."
Youngest and Daughter were up for it right away. Daughter opened with giving up McDonald's and candy. Now, McDonald's is a tradition for us on Sunday mornings. Youngest and Daughter get McDonald's, and the rest of us get Noah's bagels. As Sundays are the one day we get to have what we gave up, that's an easy one for her. So she also said she'd give up candy, which she rarely eats anywhere. She should be a shoo-in for getting through the next 40 days.
I added McDonald's to my list, bringing my total to three. The hardest for me will be the Diet Coke. I have far too much of it everyday. In fact, I'm drinking one right now, at 6 o'clock in the morning.
Youngest chose Diet Coke and McDonald's as well. We expanded McDonald's to all fast food; however, I added the caveat that when we're visiting my mom in Florida for a week, we might have to eat fast food on our travels around the state.
Eldest was opposed to giving up anything. Asked if he knew why we gave something up, he said, "Is it because God wants to torture us?" Quick-witted lad, that one. Ultimately, he gave up doughnuts, which he gets whenever we go to 7-11, and he added McDonald's to his list. (At that point, why not? It's not like he can drive himself to McDonald's.)
I have high hopes for us. But if we do slip, at least we're not with the Catholic Church anymore. No, we're Episcopalians. And, for our church at least, that means we can just toss in a dollar to the church whenever we lapse. God, I love our church!
So, bring on Fat Tuesday, folks. We're binging tomorrow!