I’m giving up drinking for Lent. I decided yesterday. Yes, I know Lent started some time ago. Shut up. I’ve already confessed to being terribly behind.
I don’t always observe Lent. I do however, try never to miss celebrating Mardi Gras. (Hmm. I sense a trend.) In the past, when I’ve participated in that awful morbid form of self flagellation lenten discipline, I’ve gotten a little creative. I’ve given up worrying, for example, which is actually harder than you might think. Or, I won’t give up anything, opting instead to add something to my daily round. For instance, once I declared that I would watch TV every.single.time. I folded laundry. That’s a lot of TV.
This year, however, I’m biting the bullet. Hopefully I can catch it in my teeth before it does any real damage.
Truth be told, I’m more than a little nervous. I’m listening to three toddlers battle it out over a bag of blocks and I’m already thinking this might be a misguided idea. And it’s only 9am.
Banana!!!
Your Dad and I did this one year,but ours was more forgiving,as we gave up alcohol Monday through Friday. It became a big deal on Thursdays, but we knew Sat. Would arrive. Actually I think it was a good thing as it made me appreciate that glass of wine so much more. Blessings dear, I’ll see you at Easter. LOL