It's a good thing I can laugh at myself.
Because all day long, I couldn't help thinking smugly to myself, "Wow, I am so on top of things today!" It began with such a rare and perfect morning. Having worked last night, I didn't get to bed until around 2:30 a.m., but I hopped happily out of bed this morning before Darren left for work and made quick business of getting all the kids up and ready. I still had a little Christmas shopping to finish up and thought I'd take full advantage of the early hour and our cheerful moods. Then, as I was buckling the kids into their carseats, I thought, "Oh, hey! Today is the Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe!" And with a flash of pure brilliance (please, indulge me!) I devised a plan for our own little celebratory fiesta.
My shopping expedition couldn't have gone better this morning. All three of my children were so sweet and well behaved, and not only did I find most of what I needed to finish my Christmas shopping, I also bought ingredients for a royal baking extravaganza. When we got home, I fixed a simple lunch and, while we were eating, talked with my kids about Our Lady and Saint Juan Diego. After lunch, they sat up at their bar stools and helped me make some Mrs. Fields Snowy White Chocolate Crescent cookies, symbolic of the moon beneath the feet of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Next, much to their delight, we made some sugar cookies in the shape of stars, signifying the gold stars that covered her blue mantle. We had so much fun!
For dinner tonight, in keeping with the theme of Our Lady of Guadalupe, I thought I'd finally use the ground beef that's been sitting in my refridgerator since last Thursday to prepare my kids' favorite Mexican meal--tacos! And I was so proud of how well Dylan and Caitlyn recounted the story of Saint Juan Diego for Darren at the dinner table this evening.
Later, while they played for a while before bed, I decided to transfer the pictures I took earlier today onto my computer. And it was then that I realized ("You have got to be kidding me!") that today was, actually, the eleventh of December...not the twelfth. Not the feast day of Our Lady of Guadalupe!
After a brief moment of dumbfounded incredulity, the happy truth slowly dawned on me: tomorrow morning, on Our Lady's real feast day, I can enjoy with my coffee a delectable breakfast of chocolate crescents and sugar cookies without exerting any more effort than it takes to lift the lid of my cookie jar.
Lucky, lucky me!