Paul is amazing.
I got home from confession yesterday and slipped into the kitchen where I sat down on the floor in the kitchen, hidden from sight, sobbing. I just couldn't figure out how I was going to get to Mass anytime in the near future and after talking with the priest I was feeling more hopeless than ever. He had said that of course it was a valid reason and to try to watch it on TV (no TV...) or listen on the radio (no radio...) and settled with the Mass I could get through EWTN (at least we have that!) with our internet connection. It was the answer that I knew he was going to give me, the answer I'd expected to hear and yet I was still depressed that there wasn't some magical answer that would alleviate the restlessness I feel when I think of not going to Mass indefinitely.
Paul came over and asked what was wrong and I told him and he was quiet and then said: "I have an idea. I know what we'll do." And when I asked him, sniffling, what his idea was he said "I'll go with you to the 9 am Mass tomorrow" and just like that the problem was solved.
If you read the other post when I talked about Paul and his schedule, you know what a sacrifice this is. What he suggested was something that I couldn't imagine asking of him. It's definitely not a matter of "sleeping in." It basically means that after working all day on a project that was due yesterday, he stood out in the cold last night while the temperature dropped quite a ways below freezing and checked IDs, and then he came home and after being awake for more than 24 hours, with only a couple hours sleep the night (now two nights before) he went with us to Mass.
Mass was... well... we survived (or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Mass was beautiful but a certain three year old was exceptionally wild). I had no illusions about what we were in for after a monumental tantrum had us ten minutes late walking out the door, and so we stayed in the narthex. Paul took Patrick, so I only had to worry about Mae. Sadie sat next to me and listened to her little listening device and didn't make a sound.
Mae shouted "Abajo! Abajo! Abajo!" not infrequently because apparently it's her favorite word of the moment and it fit with what she wanted, which was to be down (and more specifically to be able to run wild).
And Patrick fell asleep in the carrier with Paul, which was incredibly cute and also saved Paul from the possibility of me saying: "Oh my goodness, this is insane! Trade with me!!!" during any of the particularly rambunctious periods of time when I couldn't believe how much wildness could fit inside one tiny little person.
It was wonderful to be able to go and to handle the kids as a team though, even with the crazy wild moments. I am so, so thankful that he came with us.
On a totally different note (since this is a What I Wore Sunday post!)... It is now officially cold here in Michigan. The temperature today has lingered around "25 feels like 12" which means that everyone was pretty bundled.
To get Patrick ready I kept on his base pajama layer (his room gets chilly so he wears a cotton and fleece layer at night) and put on a turtle neck and a sweater and thick corduroy pants.
Mae wore her weighted vest in hopes that it might calm her down (apparently it couldn't overcome to excitement of being out of the house in the cold) and I wore my new Thred Up find with a sweater over the top and thick fleece and knit tights underneath.
Now Paul is finally getting a little sleep, Patrick is having a nap, Mae is reading a Dora book and Sadie is dancing around the living room.
Can you believe that it's already almost Thanksgiving and Advent? I mean, logically I knew that they were approaching, but in truth it feels like school just started and October should be right around the corner! Where did this last year go?!?!?!
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