5 Things about Holy Week

Holy Week is coming up, as I noted yesterday, and you may be beginning to plan and think about how best to celebrate the week. Or, you may be feaking out and feeling tired. Or you may not even know what I am talking about. In the spirit of getting my own life in order. Here are Five Things About Holy Week.

One

I plan my whole year around this week so we can have it off from school. It’s a pain having so many lovely services at church and then not have the energy to enjoy them because we were too tired. So, no school so we can sleep in late every day after being up every night.

Two

The week has to hold time for Easter cooking. It’s just like Christmas. You can’t be up late at the Vigil on Saturday night and then all morning at church on Easter Sunday, and expect to have energy or time to make fancy little desserts. The fancy little desserts have to be made during the week when you’re shuffling around in a fog of unknowing.

Three

Easter Baskets get assembled early. I’m going to probably put mine together today or tomorrow. I have already spent my small pile of money. I’m going to do them and hide them in the church. If I didn’t have a church, I don’t know what I would do. There’s nothing more mind numbing exhausting then coming back from the Vigil and staying up till one in the morning opening packets of candy and dumping them in stupid baskets. No! This year, all I have to do is remember where on earth I hid them.

Four

The children have to sort of like the fancy clothes. I mean, they have to happy to be wearing them. So it’s worth returning something five times, as I will be today, to avoid the gentle weeping of the Day of Resurrection.

Five

It’s not a week of fasting, not for us. It’s a week of quick, easy junk food with some really nice bits, like hedgehog buns, thrown in here and there. I’ll lay in a big pile of Alid pizza and sugar cereal and not feel bad that we didn’t eat lentles and carrots. By the end of the week everyone is needy and lonely for each other and partially unglued, one second spent cooking something upsetting is Not Worth It.

And on that note I will leap up. Pip pip.