Give it up

Well, it's that time again.

Shrove Tuesday.  Fat Tuesday.  The day before Lent.  Pancake Day.  Call it what you will.

In case you are curious, I did a small recap about Shrove Tuesday HERE.

Because it is TRADITION to eat pancakes on Shrove Tuesday, and I am nothing if not traditional (says the female engineer wearing slippers at work), we will be dining on pancakes this evening.  I'm not totally sure how Phil feels about this tradition.  I mean, he likes pancakes.  But in the past, he has more or less just gone along with my fixation on Shrove Tuesday.

And it is kind of a fixation.  I look-up when it is every January and mark it on my calendar.  Can't miss a reason to eat pancakes for dinner, now can we?!

Anywho... I was driving to pick up Henry from daycare yesterday when I started thinking Lent and whether or not I would give something up this year.  I have kind of taken a PASS the last couple of years for Lent.  In 2012, I was on my crazy low-iodine diet during the end of Lent and decided that was sacrifice enough.  Then in 2013, I was uber pregnant and had given up all kinds of fun things like caffeine, alcohol, rolling over, trying (just kidding), so I took a pass again.

It's a good way to practice spiritual growth and sacrifice.  And it is kind of like having a lighter, shorter version of a New Year's Resolution.  Personal and spiritual growth.  I will probably go for it this year.

I don't really feel like giving up a food item.  Frankly, I'm enjoying my almost nightly muddy buddies a little too much.  I barely drink, so giving up alcohol is too easy.  My ONE cup of coffee a day is almost a necessity at this point, so for the good of the order I will not be giving that up.

That kind of left me with 2 choices:

1)  Give up shopping (necessities would be exempt)

2)  Give up the snooze alarm

Both are great choices for me.  Both are doing damage.

Ok... It is decided.  That's what I am doing.  Thank you, blog.  :)

Alright, I am off to do some last minute online shopping (while I can!) and to change my alarm to a more realistic time.  Is that cheating?  Or setting myself up for success?  I'm going with the latter.

{This picture has nothing to do with the post, but isn't he super cute?!  Look at the wrist roll!  His placemat is a Table Topper.  It sticks to the table and is disposable, so he doesn't have to eat off the questionably clean restaurant table}