Went to Vespers. I'm sort of glad I did, sort of not. I met the priest and told him to expect us tomorrow for Liturgy. After Vespers I went shopping for a couple of cheap skirts/dresses because I only brought one home with me and I'll need a couple of I'm going to visit a monastary in Chicago. Anyway, I found nothing and told my mom when I got home that I had nothing to wear to church tomorrow because I'd worn the one dress I brought to Vespers. She said, "You can wear the same thing can't you? You are coming with us tomorrow anyway, aren't you? So it won't matter?"
Ugh. I totally intended to take the girls to Liturgy so they could take Communion. We missed last week because we were at the lake with the inlaws (I searched. There were no Orthodox Churches within a decent driving distance of where we were at the lake). I stammered around and finally said "Oh. Yeah. Of course." I love my parent's church. It is where I grew up. But I so rarely see the people I grew up with when we visit. The girls are confused by the services and have a really hard time being still and quiet. In Orthodox services they are up and moving so much, it just seems easier than being trapped in a pew sitting down for an hour. They screamed their heads off the one time I tried to leave them in a nursery or send them to children's church. Ah well. We'll muddle through. I just wish I hadn't told the priest to expect us...
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