If anyone doesn’t believe that I’ll be taking Xanax tomorrow they don’t know me AT ALL. I hate to even type that for fear that one day Lance will run for office and then his wife will be accused of being hooked on prescription drugs and then it’s all over for him. But seriously, I have a lot more skeletons to worry about that this.

To say that I am heartbroken over sending Goose to Kindergarten is an understatement. Every night before we fall asleep I ask Lance to let me homeschool Goose. This has been going on since April. I almost had him convinced, but then he decided that we needed to give this school a try. Of course, I know that we can always pull him out of school and that this school is a great opportunity for Goose, but I know that there isn’t a great chance I will homeschool him again. And that makes me want to cry, something I don’t ever do.

For every positive people keep telling me about sending him to school, I can come up with ten negatives. Part of wanting to homeschool is not being ready to send Goose to school. I have always admitted that, but I also truly believe I am the best teacher for him right now. We had such a great time this past year. He has learned a Kindergarten curriculum and loves learning. We didn’t work too much, but enough to keep him eager for more. Today we did one last report together, and now I’m getting ready to empty my book bag. I won’t be needing it anymore.

Lance says he will keep an open mind, and I promised the same. It doesn’t mean I won’t be bitter all week long, but I will try and trust the man I chose to be the father of my children. At church today, the second reading was from our wedding…St Paul telling wives to be submissive to their husbands. I guess this is my chance to follow through on that. We’ll see how that goes…

Two years ago, Lance was waiting out his non-compete clause. He had been off work for almost the entire summer and was more than ready to work at 1560 The Game. He’d be paired with his former cohost and able to work with some of his best friends who had moved across the country to work at 1560. The results have been great and I am so proud of the chance he took in accepting a position at 1560. The following article came out this past weekend. I’ll be at the Mug awards alongside the best sports host in town. Congratulations Lance, and the rest of the crew at 1560. You make me proud to be part of this team. Double Rods.

https://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/business/6573601.html

Let’s count the reasons I’m cranky these days…could it be the surly teenager in my house? Could it be the fact that I have to send my five year to school for almost eight hours a day and I don’t want to? Could it be the cute but whiny two year old who constantly tells me what he doesn’t want? Or could it be the one year old who has been sleeping through the night since he was 3 months, but now wakes up and can ONLY be consoled by me. If dad walks into the room, he goes into high gear and starts screaming, hitting and kicking until I come rescue him. Cute? I don’t think so. He is on the fast track to last on the list in this household. Right now, he is holding me hostage when I should be at the bookstore having a coffee with my husband. Every other child is cooperating with my plan, why can’t he???

Super Saints met early this week to discuss St. Lawrence. The kids were way more interested in playing today, but they still managed to color a picture, make holy cards and help with making sack lunches for people in need. Saint Lawrence cared for the sick, poor and abandoned. In an effort to show the children how they can help people, we made a sack lunch to deliver to the homeless that we encounter all too often on the streets of Houston. Each child was able to help in some way, whether dropping chips into a bag or making a sandwich. Each family took a couple of bags to deliver. Hopefully, the children will learn how important it is to help everyone and to treat them with respect.

Last Friday, Super Saints had another successful week. We discussed Saint John Vianney and the importance of priests. The kids had a beautiful coloring page to complete that some of the parents wanted to do on their own. The kids also made holy cards and thank you cards for our parish priests.

We hear a lot these days about a shortage of vocations and it makes me sad to think that some areas don’t have a regular priest and that things will only get worse and that those of us in larger cities will soon feel the effects of this shortage. What can we do? Pray for vocations and talk about vocations with our kids. We all want our kids to be successful, but too often successful means one thing: financial security. We should also want our children to seek God’s will in all they do. I hear tons of people say they want their sons to be fathers and not priests. I understand this, but most of all I want God in the lives of my children. I want them to seek His will, not my will. So if they are called to the priesthood or marriage, doctor, lawyer, etc. I only want them to seek God’s will first.

Squirt has already told me that he asked God if He wanted him to be a priest and God said no. I am so proud that he even asked.

All my boys love our parish priest, Father Troy Gately. I think a relationship with your priest is vital for encouraging children to be open to a vocation. Father Troy has been there for our marriage, baptisms, confessions, celebrations of First Holy Communion not to mention just being a good priest. I am so thankful for him and hope he is there to celebrate the rest of our sacraments whether they are weddings or ordinations.

Saint John Vianney pray for us and all parish priests. Help us to encourage vocations in our families and support our priests.

For some reason I can’t seem to get my daybook post to space properly. It is driving me crazy, but I don’t know how to fix it. Sorry.

Outside My Window~ Sunny and humid, trying to keep my plants alive in this heat.

A picture thought I am sharing~ the boys were so patient on Sunday while we went furniture shopping. Thank goodness for these taxi cabs!

I have been talking to Goose about confession lately because we have been talking about St. John Vianney, a priest who spent hours listening to confessions. I was trying to explain how important it is to tell God you are sorry for your sins. Goose said he understood and asked if I told God I was sorry for yelling at him (Goose). I assured him that I do, and he asked “every time?”