In fact, it was a pleasant Monday, a great Monday!
Yesterday was the feast of St Monica, the Patron Saint of married women and of mothers. We started the day with 7.00 a.m. Mass – although we arrived late. Sigh. Gerry was at work so couldn’t attend Mass with the rest of us.
Breakfast out and the kids went to the shops while I had medical tests at a nearby medical centre. We met up again for morning tea at the Coffee Club – red creaming soda, Coke Zero spiders, iced coffee, skim milk flat white…
The boys had bought a present for Father’s Day ( next Sunday) and a cool card for Gerry. We laughed at the card – I’ll post a pic on the weekend…And they spotted a priest from our parish walking past The Coffee Club.
Father joined us for coffee.
We split up – Alexander to go to the movies and the rest of us to finish shopping
( I bought the new Kathy Reichs novel and Jonathon bought a Ramones t-shirt. Thomas purchased a model plane, and Anthony a secondhand computer game).
Back home, we set to work. Me to do laundry, mop the floors, sort Kumon, workout. Jonathon at the computer, writing an assignment for university ( due this Friday!). Thomas and Aanthony built the model plane, flew it in our cul-de-sac, made modifications to the model, installed and played the new computer games, practiced piano.
We had a late lunch ( pretty usual for us!) and then Alexander returned, with his guest and Krispy Kreme donuts! Showers, clean up the kitchen, work at my Kumon Centre.
Some of the preschoolers at Kumon were so adorable!And one of our students had a birthday and gave lolly bags all round – even some for me and my family…
We were flat out at work, Gerry picking up Anthony at 5.30 and the rest of us stayed at work until 7.30 pm.
My doctor, who knew I was worried about the tests, rang through with the results that evening ~ he had asked for the tests to be given high priority. All clear! He was surprised himself – but pleasantly so. I was ecstatic ! The effects of prayer.
To celebrate, we had take away pizza for dinner, and chocolate ( D#%, there goes my diet!) – and a Vodka cruiser for me!
A perfect way to end the feast of St Monica.