But then today happened and it was not as it was planned. So I'll explain to you why I typically love Sundays and why today was not a typical Sunday.
On Sundays I am totally inspired by everything. I think this is for three reasons. First of all, we go to a big church downtown. The priests are really old and say mass really really fast (that has nothing to do with why I love Sundays.) At the closing of mass, my favorite priest always always always says, "now let's sing a verse of 'God Bless America.' " (this is an early mass, so there is no instrument accompaniment) Now, have you ever heard a bunch of Catholics singing? Catholics are notoriously bad singers. It's terrible. There is homeless man I call "McGoo" there singing (kinda). Then there is the 90 year old Italian couple behind us. There is always the overweight father with a comb over and his son with a comb over that sits at 11 o'clock from us. In the front there is Maggie (who claims she has kids the exact same ages as mine, but I've yet to see them), a nun, another homeless man and his wife decked out in Bills gear, and some more elderly people. And the priest. And the lector whose voice cracks more often than it does not. Oh, and, of course, Mr Incredible, who loves LOVES to sing.
God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home
I'm quite sure that our voices hit the huge church's cold air and shatters to the floor. But I absolutely love it. There is something so beautiful about this crazy variety of people singing God Bless America. All day every day on Sunday I'm belching out Goood Blesss Americaaaaa land that I looooooove around the house, in the car, singing my kids to sleep.
Today, go figure, my favorite priest said "let's sing a verse of 'Holy God We Praise Thy Name.' " Somehow this did now leave me with the feeling that America was on the upswing. Strike one.
Second reason I love Sundays: Mr Incredible and I and the girls always go to one of our two favorite coffee spots together. Sometimes it's with friends, sometimes it's not. I love getting my favorite frittata, he gets a cinnamon bun and the girls get a bagel. We both drink coffee to our hearts' content, then we drop him off at work (he works most Sundays). By the time I get home, the girls are tired and I'm inspired from all the coffee.
Today, all of my coffee gave meanxiety. LikeI'monE. Not fun. Shaky. Shoving my face in hopes that protein bars will absorb all this caffeine. Niet. Strike two.
The last reason I love Sundays is because actually do try to relax all day. This in turn, takes the pressure off of getting things done, and I normally get more done because I feel so chill about it. And why do you think this did not work out today? Right. I'm strung out on coffee. With a headache. You're out.