Sunday, Outside Church.

It started out a typical Sunday, we dressed for mass and made it to church with time to spare. The older children went in with papa while I lingered awhile at the car with the younger ones. That's when things started unravelling.

Our little man complained of an itching in his nether regions and suddenly couldn't seem to stop scratching. (It was a pimple/mozzie bite in the end that was easily managed at home.)

It turns out our big boy was coughing intermittently in church and better off outside, what with covid heightening everyone's senses to sickness of any kind.

I spent mass outside with the boys and littlest lady. Our big girl wanted to stay for the whole mass... Something I was very heartened by.

We ended up, for the first time, praying a whole rosary together.

The Rosary mosaic at the grotto made the prayer more engaging for the children and the time passed quickly.

As we were leaving church, we spotted an acquaintance we were just chatting with:

Me, chuckling: Oh no, she's so friendly, she's talking to everyone. Her poor husband! 

The husband, in jest: Oh? I know exactly how he feels.

Oops.