Because I don’t have time to break down each of these bits into separate, thoughtful posts, some stream-of-consciousness:

Monday night, the Modern Love Machine and I joined a few of my co-workers for my boss’s Passover seder, which surprisingly was my first. With a bunch of Jewish childhood friends, I attended my share of Bat and Bar Mitzvahs, and my Catholic youth group would occasionally attend Shabbat services. It was a mix of people I don’t necessarily hang out with much at work, but with a little Haggadah education and a lot of red wine, we were facetiously psychoanalyzing our own religions while laughing at ourselves. (We sat down to eat around 7, but didn’t actually get through the Haggadah until about 9, which was our own faults and not that of the Haggadah’s.) One of the things I love so much about being Catholic is the devotion to ritual and liturgy as well as the emphasis on gathering as a group, and those are the same reason I love being exposed to Judaism. I had a great time, and I will probably demand a seat at the Passover table every year. I did not take a photo of my meal because this.

The Modern Love Machine is on the disabled list at the moment. He was playing in the faculty/student basketball game at his school on Friday, went up for a layup and hit the floor after his knee gave out. The doctor is thinking it’s an ACL tear, and an MRI on Friday will either confirm or deny that. He’s been hobbling around on crutches for the past few days when he’s not been planted on the couch, and I know he’s in a lot of pain. By the end of the seder, he ended up in a chair in the living room upside down in an effort to elevate his knee. Fortunately this week is spring break, so he doesn’t have to worry about teaching on it until Tuesday. It also means most of the chores around the house fall to me, which I certainly don’t mind. I love being domestic and I’m happy to take care of the MLM.

That said, I’m realizing I have to be more cautious about not wearing myself out. I’m already on the verge after overcommitting myself a bit too much: a party on Saturday, the seder on Monday, happy hour with the gals on Tuesday, the entire Holy Week lineup at church plus the cooking and grocery shopping that usually falls to the MLM is a recipe for exhaustion. I’ve passed the f out several nights, had a hard time getting out of bed and have still needed multiple doses of caffeine during the day. (Did I mention I gave up sleeping in past 6:30 for Lent? Yeah.) Not to mention the awesome workout habit I had going on for a few weeks is gone. I would take a vacation day or two from work, but we’re in the throes of trying to launch not one, not two, not three but FOUR!!! new apps, so taking vacation right now seems like a bad idea.

Also in the ‘We’re Getting Old’ category: the Modern Household now has a contractor. I feel this is as much of a rite of passage as First Communion, voting for the first time, turning 21 and purchasing a house. Like, we’re old enough to not tolerate the holes in the ceiling and mature enough to know we can’t fix them (or their cause) ourselves without possibly doing more damage. He’s helping us come up with a plan on how we can tackle everything we want to change or fix around the house, and then I get to do one of those other adult things: figure out how the hell to pay for it.

I’m hoping to get back to regularly scheduled life within a week or two. I know it’s going to require a lot more use of the word ‘no.’ And maybe some more sleep.