I was all set to write my very first post for Catholic Exchange. And by “all set to write” I of course mean “all set to stare at the computer and will some meaningful words to appear since I have no ideas. Or too many ideas. I’m not sure which.”
But then it happened.
Well, before it happened, this happened….
“Mom, I can’t get dressed because all my pants are wet.”
“Yeah, mine too.”
It’s a funny thing when you put all your clean pants into the dirty laundry instead of putting them away. And that is that your mother will then wash them. And you know how there is no dryer and your wet pants will have to hang on the line, all unwearable and stuff? Yeah, that’s the thing that should dissuade you from putting your clean pants into the dirty hamper. Should, but doesn’t.
And then…then it happened. The real ‘it’.
My oldest daughter looked at the thermometer through the living room window.
“It’s already 57 degrees out!”
On the north side of our house. IN THE SHADE.
If you have never lived through a Michigan winter, the words “fifty-seven” and “degrees” being used in the same sentence, especially during the first week of March, are like…like when you put your hand into the pocket of a jacket you haven’t used in a long time and find money, but instead of a $5 bill it’s, like, a $100 bill. …