OH god it was a classic. PreciousPrincessJunior was busy telling him all about her lent preparations. For those of us, like you Gers, who have no idea what Im on about, lent is this nasty thing forced upon us by the catholic church whereby you give up something for the duration of lent, forty whole days, in order to remind yourself what it was Jesus 'gave up' for you. Ish. Sort of. Near enough. It should be something that impacts on you in such a way as you go about your daily life that you cant possibly not be makin the connection between your life now and Jesus's life back then. PreciousPrincessJunior, now attending a catholic school, is having her first ever lent. And it kicked itself off yesterday with Pancake Day. Shrove Tuesday. Whatever you wanna call it. And being quite devoted to her new calling *dear lord please please please guide into your loving arms and send her the calling to be a nun, thus saving me from ever having to deal with boys anywhere near my daughter* PreciousPrincessJunior had herself pancakes for breakfast, pancakes in her lunchbag, and then pancakes for dinner. And being a devoted mummy, Im all for it.
Daddy, however, gave me a good seeing to, of which, I then gave straight back to him. Daddy, you see is a 'christian'. Yeah, he fooled me too, but apparently he walks with God. I know I know, strange to believe, theres nothing kind and giving about that man, but I digress. His poor performance in the living of the do no harm life is not on discussion here. Daddy, does not believe in the catholic way of life. And while Ive never been baptised or communioned or near Holy water at all for that matter *ive since discovered vodka is not as holy as I thought*, the rest of my family is, and Ive always had a wee connection to the catholic faith. If ever I was going to choose me a religion, that was going to be the one. And now, I sort of have. But this is not about me. This is about the PreciousPrincessJunior. So I sent her off to a catholic school, and she's reallllly taken it all on board. Good for her. So we all support her in her religious learnings. So pancake day it was and pancake day she had. Daddy wants to know why and i quote...his daughter is eating pancakes for dinner....end quote. Daddy was told it was pancake day and that was what she wanted. Daddy was also told that while times have changed, there have been many times over the last years of his absence, and his non contribution of any cash type absence, that pancakes was all there was for dinner and if it was good enough cos thats all we had then, then its good enough cos thats what she wants now. Daddy was not impressed. Fuck Daddy. And Now I feel bad for saying the eff word on Ash Wednesday.
See, daddy is again not at all impressed that today PreciousPrincessJunior is having an Ash Wednesday ceremony at school and will be getting herself a cross on her forehead from the ashes of the palm fronds. Told Daddy to suck it up. Today marks the start of lent and this is what happens. IN OUR LIVES AT LEAST and since he chose not to be a part of OUR LIVES on a daily basis, and since he chose to leave me to make all decisions regarding PreciousPrincessJunior, he can damn well live with what decisions she and I together have made. And now I feel bad for saying Damn on Ash Wednesday.
So begins the forty days. In a show of solidarity with PreciousPrincess, I am giving up wine for forty whole days. I know. If that isnt a true sacrifice I dont know what is. Number One Son suggested he would take up smoking and then give that up, I thanked him for his support but suggested he didnt. PreciousPrincessJunior is a little torn here. She cant quite decide what it is she wants to do without for the next forty days. She thinks maybe sweets. I thought whinging but apparently thats not on.
Daddy doesnt think children should have to give anything up for forty days. Daddy thinks its a dreadful thing for her to be doing. Daddy was told that Hell, the girl has had to give up a lot more stuff for a lot bloody longer thanks to his 'choices' in life and he could go to hell. At least this a giving up of her choosing, not one thrust upon her. And now I feel bad for saying Hell on Ash Wednesday.
Thought for the day.....Nail someones ass to a cross, might do that. Or, maybe just nail someone *wink*
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