Lenten morning, as planned:

Wake up with enough time to say Morning Offering, get a cup of coffee, and log into work.  Day begins nicely with prayer and caffeine.  (Caffeine optional, of course.)

Actual Lenten morning:
Wake up and stretch.  Realize that it’s a bit too light for 6-something in the morning, not to mention how incredibly well-rested I feel.  Start to panic.  Grab glasses.  Look at clock.  Realize that you are 1 hour late logging into work.  Curse, jump out of bed, start logging in.  As log-in ensues, call husband and berate him moments before his class for turning the alarm all the way off yesterday instead of resetting it the way you like.  Log in late, have a crappy shift, start thinking about stupid customers and their stupid problems.  Finish shift (only 30 minutes left to it, anyway), realize you haven’t said a Morning Offering and you were incredibly mean to your husband, who did nothing to prevent you from actually looking at your alarm last night before going to sleep.  Bang head against wall and proceed to apologize online, in email, on voicemail, in person on the phone at lunch time.  Say Morning Offering at 9:30 instead of 6:30.  Thank God husband is the forgiving sort!  
At least I know I’m in good company, what with the doing what I don’t want to do and not doing what I want to do.  Saint Paul, pray for me!

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