I decided to give up giving up.
What?
Aaanywho.
I took the kids to the grocery store with me because I love taking my kids into public spaces. Let’s face it, I am a self-punisher. It builds character, and MAN, have I earned my fair share of character in these 10+ years of mothering.
Fortunately, during this particular outing, no character-building happened.
However, it was Fat Tuesday… and all of my fun pallies that work over there at the Central Market were wearing Mardi Gras bead on account of the fact that it was Fat Tuesday.
Being the “with it” kind of gal that I am, I asked my girl Debbie, “Why the beads, yo I love the bling!?” She was all, “FAT TUESDAY” … yadda, yadda, yadda …Mardi Gras!
“I knew that.”
As we walked away, the questions came a-firin’ from the kids squad: “What’s Fat Tuesday? What’s Mardi Gras?”
I said something about Lent.
“What’s Lent?”
BAH! What’s with the inquisition?
I held them off until we got into the car. The public did need to hear my stammering. I mean I KNOW what those things are, but knowing and explaining are two very different beasts.
Ya know? Please don’t make me explain, m’kay? Thankyouverymuch.
I was able to boil down to: on Fat Tuesday people get to indulge (then I had to explain THAT word – jeese!) the day before giving up something you love for 40 days.
Then I went straight into telling them their chores for the day.
What did I get back?
Joel (10): Can we work really hard all day today? Then we can give up working for Lent!
Mom (noneofyourbusiness): You have to give up something you LOVE, dude.
From the back seat, I heard the sweet 7 year-old voice of my daughter…
I love work.
Stinkers.
I am sooooo out-numbered.
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