Everybody is home.
On Wednesday, Fritz and Billy and some other boys were on their way to the chapel at Scout camp. A thunderstorm approached and lightening started striking close enough nearby that my boys stated praying Hail Marys. It must have been quite frightening, because Fritz said they tried to teach George, a Protestant, the Hail Mary, too.
I’m thrilled that my boys: 1) were on their way to the chapel, 2) turned to the Blessed Mother in a time of need, 3) were comfortable expressing their faith publicly, and 4) were happy to share their faith with a non-Catholic.
Fritz reported that “it didn’t work.” I’m not sure if he meant that he was unable to teach George the Hail Mary or that the lightening didn’t stop. It was too late last night to get into a theological discussion about how having Mary pray for you “at the hour of your death” might actually be the answer to your prayer, rather than deliverance from a bad storm.
Happy that my boys weren’t on the nightly news, too.
It was after dinner by the time they returned from camp last night. I instructed them to leave their stuff in the car and I would deal with it on the morrow. There was no way I was having stinky clothes dragged into my house to sit and wait for me to wash them.
Unfortunately, Katie had been complaining of an earache and I decided to take her to the walk-in appointments available at 9 am Sunday mornings.
Two footlockers full of a week’s dirty laundry sitting in a closed car overnight do not provide a pleasant aroma for the 30 minute drive into town.
When the girls came home, they observed the work I had been doing all week: namely, cleaning out their bedroom and their brothers’ bedroom. It is nice to come home to clean surroundings, although they haven’t figured out that if mom is in doubt about something being trash or treasure, mom leans heavily in favor of trash.
Jenny commented that “the upstairs is very clean, but the downstairs is very messy.”
Anybody want to take my kids for a week so I can finish what I started?