I will be so glad when this week is over. Jake’s first Communion is on Saturday and everything is annoying me. Today the students had a retreat. Yes, that’s right. On a Tuesday afternoon. And no, they don’t go to Catholic school. So I had to write a note to pull Jake out for something that, in my opinion, would have been better suited to a Saturday morning or afternoon.
When we picked up our kids we got a note with very specific instructions for the day. Girls are not to wear gloves or carry purses (common with girls’ dresses). Children are not allowed to carry prayer books or rosaries. And they are not allowed to carry flowers. Now, I ordered a boutonniere for Jake’s suit. If someone tells me he has to take it off, I can’t even begin to tell you how I’m going to lose it. It’s not something to be carried; it’ll be pinned onto his lapel. Let’s hope this doesn’t present an issue.
I also have to laugh over the issue of the tickets. There are only like 10 or 12 kids making their first Communion this year, so apparently the number of tickets each family gets is large compared to previous years. I’ve never known a church to give out tickets for an event such as this to begin with, but hey – whatever. But when I checked out the tickets, I had to laugh. They are each embossed with the church’s seal, as if counterfeit tickets are going to be hot on the Rhinebeck streets. “Oh, yeah — I’ll take two for the side, a whippet, and can you throw in some human growth hormone too?” Seriously, people.
I just remind myself that I’ve made it this far and there’s only a couple days left to go.