holy hell…

… you know it’s Lent when you have to wake up at 7am on your day off to take your son to his First Communion Retreat. Suffering from bronchitis and drugged on codeine laced cough syrup I’m being snatched from the comfort of my bed to, of all things, make felt banners. Mother flipping felt banners. Last time I checked Christ didn’t proclaim at the Last Supper “This is My Body, but first make felt banners!”. I’m pretty sure glue guns and glitter were not pre-requisites for discipleship.

Oh, and it’s a competition too.

Some of those moms had been working on their child’s felt banners for a week. Never mind it was supposed to be a craft project the kids were to do with their parents… you know, bonding over the fumes of craft glue. It’s all so holy. Apparently the kid with the fanciest felt banners wins the catechism prize and gets more Jesus in their sacraments.