Last night, as we prayed our family Rosary at bed time (which was, by the by, about two hours too late because of the awesomely epic day the kids and I spent with my sister and her kids), I did something I don’t normally do. I stuck my tongue out. At my husband. Because he has the Luminous Mysteries memorized. And I don’t. Still. Yes, I know. Completely immature and un-Mommy-like of me, I know, and yet, there I sat, holding my Rosary book which I only ever use on Thursdays, while he [not at all smugly] rattled the mystery names off the top of his head. So I stuck my tongue out at him. We both giggled like little kids, because he knows I’m only teasing, but honestly, it bothers me just a teensy tiny bit that I simply haven’t memorized them yet. This was definitely a case of bad Mommy behavior.
Do you think maybe, just maybe, I can attribute it to my being exhausted after taking four of our kids to the park for a few hours, and then taking them all over to my sister’s for another couple of hours of running around her back yard? No, neither do I, but I figured I’d at least give that excuse a shot. Honestly, this was just me being the “sore loser” I can be, especially when the “competition” (you know, the one ever couple has over who can memorize the newish mysteries first; everyone has this, right?) is between me and the Husband. Take for example our sports teams. When my teams win, he’s not thrilled, but he’s not a sore loser either. When his teams win, I wish I could say the same about my behavior. No, instead of saying the obligatory, “Good game”, I sulk and whine. I generally stick my tongue out then too. I’m noticing a pattern.
Here’s hoping that saying the Rosary every night will possibly perhaps maybe cure me of these bad tendencies. One can dream, right?