Until, that is, I realized Powderkeg was running a pretty high temperature.
So we did what anyone would do: we split Mass (he went early, I went late – and there’s a whole post in me about the impact of that later Mass, but, fair readers, perhaps you don’t need to read my rantings and observations on that!), and we spent the day cuddling our strangely listless toddler.
Funny how we ended up getting a day of rest, though we certainly hadn’t planned it that way. Funny how that day of rest, even with a whiny-when-she-was-awake kiddo, was far better than crossing things off our list. Funny how my cup overflows and God keeps adding to it.