As you probably gathered from last Sunday’s blog, I wasn’t exactly expecting very much from this weekend. (That’s Husband’s Ordination to the Priesthood- for those just catching up.) Well, actually… That’s not exactly true, is it? I was expecting chaos. And confusion. And quite possibly the usual ridiculousness that, if nothing else, at least makes for…
Category: The Vicar Thing
The Verdict…
So the votes are counted… I didn’t win. Most of you traitors sided with him! So off he’s gone, with a trumpety trump; Carrying not one, but two shirts in his trunk. The red one is packed, The tea towel still contends; But he’s ditched the safe black And taken… navy instead?! (Probably to make…
Seeing Red?
“So what time are you home tonight?” “I dunno… just after 8 maybe?” “Ok. I’ll see if I can hang on and eat with you then. Unless there’s anything you need doing before you go?” “Err… Oh yeah, I need to iron my clergy shirt.” “Which one?” “The red one.” “The red one?!” “Yes. The…
The Onto-What-Now?!
So this week, Husband is to be ordained… again. And this is not – (as someone rather helpfully worded it on Facebook)- because it didn’t work last time. But is, rather, a “next step” kind of deal. But… isn’t he already a Vicar? I hear you ask. (If not, he better stop wearing that collar!…
Cake-Gate
At the end of this week, we are attempting our first full-length holiday as a family of five. So, amidst all of the other exciting-but-anxiety-producing preparations for this, I have also been attempting to use up all of the leftover perishables lurking at the back of our fridge. Come Tuesday morning, then, I found myself…
May Be
May be upon us. May… be here so soon?! May be meaning it’s almost a year since our cohort moved. A year?! A year. What’s in a year? Well… Shock, exhaustion, diabetes and childbirth, to name but a few! Identity crises, loneliness, and Mummy guilt, to name some more. One experience, weakness, bug, then another,…
Wholly Weak
I confess that this week; the most important week in the Christian calendar and the one neck-and-neck with Christmas in the Vicar-stakes, has somehow crept upon us. What’s worse, it has appeared at such an alarming speed that it seems to have knocked me sideways, somewhat. See, after weeks of adrenaline-fuelled horn-grabbing; smashing this mother-of-three…
The Graduate
So today is the day that Husband should have set off back to Durham. Ready to don his flat cap and badger with pride, and accept his degree certificate- to a round of applause- with deserving peers beside. But instead… he’s here with me. His heavily pregnant, dramatically hormonal, sugar-deprived chocoholic and currently insomniac wife; consistently…
A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit D-(Day)
So here it is, Merry Christmas! Husband left the house at eight am on Christmas Eve for back to back services and gatherings; came home for three hours; and then left again, to be back home at 2am. He’ll sleep until the kids wake at 6 and is preaching again tomorrow morning! And you know…
A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit C (H,A,O,S…)
So I noticed a discussion thread amongst some fellow “C-WAGS” this week, about the highs and lows of this first collared Christmas. One of the most common themes seemed to be the loss of routine, sanity and, well… Daddy, amongst those of us at home, in new places, with young children. So… In this vein… Two stories…
A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit B
Another brief snapshot of our first Collared Christmas…
A Curacy Christmas: Exhibit A
Curate-ing husbands everywhere; a word to the wise…
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