You may have noticed that not only has the title and layout of the blog has changed, but also the web address!
Why The Merry Mousewife?
“Mouse” is for two things: it’s in honor of Mickey Mouse (or as my son likes to say, “Mi-Mouse!), still sounds like “housewife” (since that’s my primary job that I love), and also reminds me of the Churchmice from Robin Hood. Much of my growing up years were spent at church as both parishioner and as a musician, including many Holy Weeks where I would be at church every day, often more than once! My faith is still important in my life today, and a huge part of who I am, and I wanted to find a way to honor that as well.
So there you have it: Mickey, being a housewife, and my faith all came together to form this revamped blog. I think the change will help me open up a new world of writing for myself, and I hope you enjoy!
Fat Tuesday is behind us, Ash Wednesday and its new hashtag #ashtag have passed, and we are now fully in Lent. Maybe you’ve decided to give something up for Lent. It’s only 40 days, right?
That’s not so long to go without desserts. (Back in my gluten-eating days, I did this right before my mom’s Girl Scout cookie order came in. Worst. Decision. Ever.)
Or without soda. (Also did this. And as a result, I now rarely drink soda, so it’s not worth giving up. It’s not really a sacrifice for me anymore.)
Or Facebook. (Haha. Hahahahaha! Kudos to those of you who can do this. I am far too long distance from almost everyone I know to give this one up. Since I actually use facebook to keep in touch, communicate, and belong to active groups, this is NOT going to happen.)
As a Catholic, I grew up in a home where giving something up for Lent was pretty normal from the time I was about seven or eight. In addition to fasting on Ash Wednesday and Good Friday, I’d abstain from eating meat on Ash Wednesday and all Fridays as well.
By the time I was a teenager, my family had finally discovered most of my sister’s allergies, so our weekly Lenten runs to Captain D’s were no more. Luckily, I had a car and could get it myself, most days.
Then I went to college, and things changed again. Especially since I was the only Catholic student at a small Southern Baptist college. My closest friends knew that I was Catholic, and that I went to Mass at the only Catholic church in town (30 minute drive one way!). I never stopped going to Mass in college, but I didn’t do anything to show that my faith was anything other than nondenominational Christianity. So for Lent, I decided to really challenge myself.