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37 Years Later...

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Yay! I'm back!

I'm busy. I've reached a new level of parenting, the running around stage. I have found I needed to clone myself on a few occasions. We now have proms, SATs, ACTs, track, wrestling, PeeWee whatever, drama, newspaper, teen drama, orthodontia, ER visits, fundraisers, home schooling...the list goes on and on. No one warned me about this when I became a Mom.

I'm doing a lousy job of being on top of it all. Frankly, I'm not able to at all. Something always gives, whether it be the housecleaning, my prayers, good cooking. Each day I decide what I have to allow to slide.

When we started this blog, the idea of proms was so far into the future...

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We are hoping to move locally -- looking for a garage and a neighborhood with more kids. So this week I've been trying to do some packing; we're going to put some of our books and furniture in storage so the house shows better.

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The storage guys are coming tomorrow. Am I ready? Not quite.

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I am feeling like I'm about ready to snap, though.

4.

Hambet is on Spring Break. He wants SO MUCH to help. He wants to help by packing.

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So why won't he pack his toys? Cheez Louise! "Put your K'nex into that box." "Make a display with your Legos." How does that translate into "tilt your parents' bookshelf forward to empty it into a Medium packing box and then tape the box up mummy-style"?

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And now my husband is balking at the packing and the storage because he doesn't want the house to "look stagey."

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It will all work out. It will all work out. It will all work out....

Bibliomania Bonus: Book crate count = around 16 or 17. I'm estimating another four or five will be needed for downstairs.

“Priests have a power not of their own, and priests who abandon the priesthood carry with them a volatile power they cannot shed.  A consecrated soul cannot be unconsecrated but only desecrated by pride and the guilt of pride.

And when a desecrated priest ceases to offer worthy sacrifice, he may start to require sacrifice; for as the priestly face turns from the Messiah it meets Moloch.

…when a priest ceases to intercede at his altar between earth and heaven, an angel made miserable by its fall from heaven would persuade the priest to intercede between heaven and hell.” -- Fr. George Rutler.

HT: James at Musings from a Catholic Bookstore. He notes that Fr Rutler was writing about 19th century France, in The Curé D’Ars Today. The relevance to today -- and to every day -- is frighteningly obvious. Lord Jesus Christ, King of Mercy, protect Your priests!

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