Well, it's the start of Wednesday night dinners at church again and as Mason and I were laughing our way in the doors joking that they would probably serve catfish and beans since it was the first time we've been in six month (I despise catfish and also beans - separately or together), of course, what did the serve? That's right, catfish and beans and a side of corn with giant, gross green beans in it to go with the other beans.
You have got to be kidding with me.... but no.... it was real.
I just started laughing. Mason's convinced that if I truly want to go out into the world and work with poor communities either as part of a mission or as part of the Peace Corps, then I'd better learn to like beans. We're pretty sure that God has a fabulous sense of humor as well, since he keeps returning me to the "wall of beans" over and over. We half joked about it to our preacher last night and with a smile he said, "yep, if you go to Costa Rica with us next year, it's rice, beans, and bananas."
I quietly thought in my head, "I can live off of rice and bananas for sure!" Then I realized that I need protein or my hair would fall out. Ah cruel vanity.
Anyway, we left and went out to eat Chinese instead. After that meal, we have decided never to take Clare to another restaurant that is quiet (wow, the angry mob stares from restaurant patrons is really unnecessary. As if we're not already stressed enough, now we have to worry about people sitting next to us, who looked like they are going to have a heart attack willing us to leave - JEEZ). After dinner, Clare and I headed back to church for my newest Bible Study, The Organic God. Looks to be a great study and the class is full of really dynamic women. It was a great time and I'm looking forward to next Wednesday already. The power of fellowship is just so amazing and vital. The power of support of other working mothers who are just as disheveled and pulled in a million directions as I am - well, that is priceless. I went home feeling more like I was apart of something bigger than a failure for not getting all of this right all of the time.
Finished up with church, took Clare home and got her ready for bed. She is quite possibly the most precious little girl on the planet. Her little smile makes my heart leap. I miss her when she's not right there with me...poor Mommy, she's growing up far too fast already. Two years old is just around the corner.