I love Holy Week. It's not like the end of Advent when mom's are crazily trying to finish creating all that Christmas magic and Christmas food and trying to be spiritually prepared. We keep the Easter baskets and food pretty simple here. In fact I am truly an Easter bunny scrooge. The focus is strongly on the Triduum and walking through it quietly with our Lord.
Palm Sunday was the schola concert. The middle and high school kids still have finals on Wednesday. Monica works. I have a funeral to attend this week. Kevin has to make the trek to VA to get the college boys. (They could hang out on campus but we want to see them for Easter.) Never in my childhood did Good Friday arrive with our house not thoroughly cleaned. So sometime this week, We. Are. Going. To. Clean. House.
In the meantime, the scola concert was balm for the soul. Truly beautiful.