I tried to stay offline for Good Friday, since I didn't manage it much during Lent, but Geoff was gone all day from twelve on, and won't be back until tomorrow afternoon, and I'm tired, and it's rainy so the kids couldn't go outside... so I didn't. Our church's Good Friday stuff was smack in the middle of nap time, too, so we didn't make that. I have been a tired and emotionally absent mum today, but we did read the Passion narrative out loud, and Nat drew several pictures about how he felt about it.
I think it's the first time Thomas and Nathaniel have heard most of the story and paid attention.
I also found a live action Stations of the Cross for children, and we watched it, and I (and very occasionally Nat and Thomas) prayed along.
Yesterday on the way to the store I was telling the kids the story of the Last Supper, and said that Judas betrayed Jesus, and Nat asked what betrayed meant. I thought for a moment, and said, "When Edmund goes to the White Witch"... Nat really got it. He was very upset about Edmund, and he is starting to understand some of the emotions in the Gospel. Geoff and I had an interesting conversation about how literature provides moral framing- I think that's one of the most important parts of it.
Heigh ho. I'm waiting for the girls to quiet down, and then I'm going to unload and reload the dishwasher, sneer at the disaster of a livingroom floor, and pour a small glass of wine. I know it's Good Friday, and I've fasted, and I am also ALONE WITH ALL CHILDREN. So I will have a very moderate amount of alcohol and go to bed before nine.