Will the political people please stop calling?!?!?
Will there be any Halloween candy left in the house by the time the trick-or-treaters arrive, or will the pregnant woman have eaten it all? (Rach: we got the CostCo “all chocolate” pack: Reese’s, M&Ms, Butterfinger, Hershey Bar, Baby Ruth, etc.)
How will I end up weaving together Zacchaeus, All Saint’s Day, and stewardship in a sermon for Sunday?
Will we forget the name of someone’s loved one who has died this year during the roll call in the All Saints service, as we have occasionally done in the past?
Will I make it through preaching and communion on Sunday without my back totally killing me?
Are the twice-a-night wakings by the divine miss M really those sharp molars poking through, or something else?
When a fussy child shares a room with her older sibling, how can you handle the fussing without either a) giving in to her whimpers or b) disturbing the other one’s sleep?
Can I still call myself a feminist if I’m letting my daughter dress up as Sleeping Beauty?
Will my commenters feel compelled to answer all of these questions?
Interrogatively,
RM
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Don’t worry about the fairy tale princesses, I say. Get past the Disney versions, and there’s a lot of good Jungian stuff in fairy tales. My daughter’s 18th birthday, coming up in Dec, will be a “Fairy Tale Murder Mystery” and everyone is supposed to come dressed as their favorite fairy tale character. One or more of them will then be murdered over dinner. It will be wonderful. One fella is hard at work on his Puss ‘n Boots costume. Daughter is torn between Rapunzel and some lesser-known (meaning not-yet-exploited-by-Disney) princesses. We are planning on using a large bubble-making machine. I haven’t asked about murder weapons, not yet. But we’re planning the menu. And I’ve been put on alert that I may be asked to be a Vampire. I feel honored! Notice how I have avoided using the word “last” to describe any of this. . . .
Good on ya for the all-chocolate-all-the-time pack.
How bout this: Zacchaeus was originally a huge, strapping young man. But he gave in to the temptation of greed and instead of honoring his stewardship pledge, he kept the money for himself as well as embezzeling from the widders and orphans fund. This so angered God, that he sent a bunch of sainted zombies up from the netherworld and they whacked on him so bad that he scruntched up into a wee little version of his former self and he stayed that way ever after…
Will the political people please stop calling?!?!?
Move to the District…no one calls or cares (taxation w/out representation and all)
Will there be any Halloween candy left in the house by the time the trick-or-treaters arrive, or will the pregnant woman have eaten it all? (Rach: we got the CostCo “all chocolate” pack: Reese’s, M&Ms, Butterfinger, Hershey Bar, Baby Ruth, etc.)
You’re eating for 2! (rationalization alert)
How will I end up weaving together Zacchaeus, All Saint’s Day, and stewardship in a sermon for Sunday?
Beautifully, I’m sure.
Will we forget the name of someone’s loved one who has died this year during the roll call in the All Saints service, as we have occasionally done in the past?
.
The Powers that Be knows all that have died and doesn’t need a reminder.
Will I make it through preaching and communion on Sunday without my back totally killing me?
Maybe you could do a “fireside chat” type of sermon from a comfortable easy chair…that’d be unique and soooo you!
Are the twice-a-night wakings by the divine miss M really those sharp molars poking through, or something else?
I vote for the molars.
When a fussy child shares a room with her older sibling, how can you handle the fussing without either a) giving in to her whimpers or b) disturbing the other one’s sleep?
A and B are both OK…A teaches comfort and love; B teaches tolerance.
Can I still call myself a feminist if I’m letting my daughter dress up as Sleeping Beauty?
Of course! A feminist lets her daughter make her own choices.
Will my commenters feel compelled to answer all of these questions?
Duh!
Oooh, no real suggestions about the sharing a room stuff. Our kids shared for a couple of years, but I still have no advice. Ahem.
My daughter wants a Pretty Pretty Princess 16th party. (What the heck is PPP?)
You are doing beautifully all around from the extra choc intake (medicinal) to the sermon prep. Have fun with your trick-or-treaters tonight.
This feminist let her daughter dress up as any dang over-marketed princess that she wanted. And now that she doesn’t want me within 100 yards of her I sneak into her room, open the costume closet, take a deep breath, and remember the days of tiaras.
This too shall pass. And that is my answer for the rest of the questions.
Too bad your denomination doesn’t have a special Bishop’s chair. You could pull that out to sit in for the sermon. The image of a pregnant Bishop is very amusing to me after having grown up in the midst of the ordain women/don’t ordain women debate.
I think princess costumes are pretty much a guarantee that she will be a goalie some day.
Splendid.
Will we forget the name of someone’s loved one who has died this year during the roll call in the All Saints service, as we have occasionally done in the past?
i hear ya. dead loved one’s names and typos– also a real (bad) possibility, too.
My boys have always shared a room. We just sort of improvise.
At one point, we had a crib out in the living room, and the noisy one would sometimes be transplanted, but we haven’t had to do that in well over a year now.
Regarding Her Royal Frilliness, I thought it was a good sign that she wanted to wear her (blue) shirt and (navy) pants underneath her dress so she wouldn’t get cold tonight. Eminently practical. I would have guessed that she would insist on going without layers rather than mess with her ‘ensemble.’
The divine miss M was All About the trick-or-treating. That was one ecstatic ladybug.