I always have big ideas. They never really seem to work out, though.
For example, our Caja de Lamentos is still on the table filled with all our shortcomings and not yet burned. Christ has died and risen again, but our box is still there. We were SUPPOSED to burn our box on Saturday. But why, oh why did we not burn our box on Saturday?
Let me just tell you.
Elizabeth had been gone for the week with my parents on a trip to GA to see some family there. She got sick on the day they left, so when she arrived home, on Friday evening just in time to cruise into the service, she was still a little shaky. But that should not have really stopped us.
But then Gabriel, who had already been to the doctors office on Monday for something funky that was causing his leg to be all red and swollen and then back again on Friday because he couldn't breathe well again, decided that he would like to go back to the ER and began to wheeze and not be able to take in full breaths of air.
At about 10PM, Jimmy and I loaded into the car to take Gabriel to the hospital to get him breathing correctly again and it started pouring down rain.
We got home at about 1AM, and it was still raining. Then the cat, Dixie, woke me up at 2, and Jo was up at around 5ish and then Gabriel woke up again around 6, so Jimmy and I hauled our weary selves out of bed to take care of the little guys and let Elizabeth sleep in a while to kick whatever bug she had brought home with her.
So, by the time I remembered that we were supposed to burn our Caja in the evening, I also realized that the wood was wet because it had been rained on all night and into the day and I had forgotten to cover the wood. So, it didn't happen.
Then we were thinking about doing it on Sunday, but my parents had invited us over for dinner on Sunday late afternoon, so we couldn't do it then, either. (I had boiled some eggs, though, thinking that we would paint them there at their house for something to do other than to rip apart their finely furnished home, but I left the eggs at home (but took the paints!).
Perhaps Monday, then. Elizabeth was going to have school on Monday, but Jo wasn't, so it was a possibility, but then Jo was up all night on Sunday throwing up in her bed...and hair...and pj's...and bed again...and carpet...and....you get the point. This lasted all night. By Monday night, there was nothing burning but our eyes from being open so long!
Tuesday is soccer practice and Wednesday is church...we will get to it sometime, but I am afraid that it has lost some of its symbolism.
But things like that always seem to happen to me. I have great ideas and I really want to carry them out, and I really try to do it, too. But things never seem to go as I plan!
How do you other people do it? I read blogs and everyone seems so calm and sane and things and projects seem to get done! What is the trick to this????
Oh, but wait...before you make suggestions, let me show you what I'm working with...
Honestly, though, when I think about it, does it get any better than this?
But still...if you have any suggestions... :-)