The Beat Goes On

If you know me at all, a little bit or inside out you know that eventually this blog was going to be just ramblings about my life in general. So I will share a tid-bit with you. Tonight I ran out of gas as I was taking 4 children home from Religious Ed. Yep, empty, nada, nuttin honey! I had just enough fumes and sense to coast to the side of the road during "rush hour" traffic on route 31 in Perinton.
My Daddy always told me "Do not go below 1/4 of a tank in good weather and 1/2 tank in the winter. Up until today, I had taken this advice to heart and used it wisely. Today, I obviously lost all senses. It won't happen again, 23 year record down the drain. I feel like a failed factory worker who just broke the "days since last injury on the job" counter and blew the bonus for the whole crew. Live and learn, AGAIN.
On Sunday, I was bound and determined to make sure we were at church. I was feeling so good about being in full voice I wanted to sing at church. The boys, however, had a different plan. They have decided that it is their goal in life to miss church as often as possible. They have made it a game. They try to "oversleep", fake sickness, even change the time on the clocks so that I think we don't have enough time to make it. (They are cunning, devilish little men...I love them.) While getting Cody(6) dressed for the big event, he says to me..."Hey Mom, ya know what? I was flipping through the channels and I saw church on TV. We could just watch it. We don't even have to leave the house!" Yeah...NO! We went to church. We were welcomed for the second week by a darling elderly woman named Sally who loves to announce how long it's been since she has seen us in church. (I'm trying lady, I really am.) I know she means no harm but I already have all the Catholic guilt I can stand right now. My penance, I'm sure, is teaching Kindergarten Religious Ed every Tuesday. I'm earning my place in Heaven, I hope. Anyway, we enjoyed Mass. At one point Jake even leaned over and said "Nice voice Mom, I think it's coming back. And they are playing all your favorites." He was right it wasn't bad. Wasn't up to snuff though either. My voice cracked like a pubescent boy at times, cut out completely at times and it was scratchy afterwards. Baby steps people...I'm taking baby steps. A call to the Dr. will go in tomorrow.

Mel out!