Amy E's Journal

At church this morning, during the peace, the priest asked me to meet with him after the service. I felt like a kid in school being asked to stay after class by the teacher. My anxiety went a little nuts as I sat there trying to tell myself that I didn't do anything wrong. I hate that feeling - waiting to find out what he wanted to talk to me about. I know I'm being ridiculous, but still it happens. He actually wanted to know if I would take part in this program they are starting this week. It's an 18 week program of faith-formation. It's a small group thing. I had told him when I met with him a month ago that I'm the one looking for the door when we break into small groups. He's been very persistent in asking me to join this group. Not in a bad way, he's very nice. So, I've talked it over with my h. It's one night a week, during one of my son's practice time. I could actually take to the practice, as long as my h picks him up. He says that he will. So, I'm thinking that I may do it. I have until Tuesday morning to decide. There is a dinner before it, but I wouldn't do that. The dinner might do me in. I know how silly that sounds. My only concern is that you really have to make a committment to this program. They really don't want you to miss more than two. If it is something that I start to struggle with, I would feel bad stopping. That's the dilemma.

My h and I just went on a walk. We discussed our financial situation now that the market is such a mess. It was him telling me to watch what I spend. It always kills me when he does this. He's wearing Underamour - shirt, sweatshirt, shorts and socks. I'm wearing my son's hand me down sweatshirt, a $10 t-shirt, jeans from Kohl's and $25 hiking shoes. I did point this out to  him. He admitted that he is not needing anymore clothes. We agreed to just go out to dinner for our 15th anniversary this month. Good. I hate the stress of trying to find something that he doesn't have.