I hate Lent!

I know, I know--it's only day one. But, oh, is it going to be a long one. And not even because I am going to attempt to give up chocolate and limit my internet time. (Heaven help us!)

No, Lent is long for me because it seems like my husband disappears. This week he is gone Tuesday through Friday evening. And then it is Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday, compared to just Thursday and Friday in past years.

Sure he may go late to work late on those days, so the kids and I get to see him all morning. It's nice... for them.

But I miss having adult conversation and presence after the kids go to bed. That is once I get them to actually go to bed! It's a bit more difficult without the daddy presence.

It's not that I have a problem with the liturgical season, per say. It's just that I don't get to participate that much but it ask a lot of sacrifice on my part on the home front.

But maybe, just maybe, that is the point of Lent. To grow our faith and habits by sacrificing. I just don't like it. Growth is painful...