The Sunday Sin Bin

A couple weeks ago I shared a a pretty big secret.

Now, I’m not super religious.

In fact, I’m not really religious at all.

I never go to church.

I don’t even go on Christmas or Easter anymore.

Due to a number of events that have occurred in my life, I’m just not sure what I even think about religion.

But I’m starting to feel the desire to go to church.

Just to have a quiet place to sit and reflect for an hour.

I’m also starting to feel a little guilty that the kids have not gone to Sunday School yet.

I feel that it’s my responsibility to give them that experience.  To give them that exposure to religion.

Then, when they are older, they can make up their own minds as to what they want to do.

But I’m really struggling with the whole getting up, getting fed, getting dressed, and getting out of the house on a Sunday morning.

It’s the only morning where we don’t have 4 million things to do.

No basketball.

No swim meets.

No baseball.

No band.

Nothing.

So if I take a few more Sundays off, I think God will forgive me.

After all, he’ll forgive you if you commit a major crime, right?

So I think I’m safe for a couple more weeks.

I have mentioned before that I’m not Catholic.

But my best friend in high school was.

And I went to church with her quite a few times in high school.

The whole confession thing kind of worried me at the time.

But, like I said at the beginning of the post, I shared a secret a little while ago. 

And it was the same thing as confesssion.

Except that instead of sharing it anonymously with one dude behind a sliding window, I shared it with a couple thousand people.

So I’m thinking God will count that.

So today I’ll share another secret…

Spill a Secret Sunday.

And that, along with my (ongoing, although costing no money at this point) random acts of  kindness, is going to count as my church.

Until I can get my ass motivated to get out of the house by 9:30 on a Sunday morning.

So anyway, this secret has been plaguing me for many years.

25 years to be exact.

I think it’s time to tell the truth…

When I was in high school, I was on the swim team and the softball team.

We had to sign this contract that we wouldn’t drink or smoke during the season.

Which, obviously, shouldn’t have been neccessary when no one was of legal drinking age…

But when you grow up in a town that only has two traffic lights and is full of seriously rich kids, well, you don’t neccessarily need a lot of creativity to amuse yourselves.

Just money.

Which there was a lot of.

So anyway, I went to a party during softball season.

And I drank two wine coolers.

I know.

Wine coolers.

Do they even make those anymore?

Anyway, the fact that this party occurred became very public, and a lot of people got busted, and consequently, suspended from athletic events for a game or two.

I was one of  those kids.

And so, not wanting to be in trouble, I totally lied to my mom.

I told her I was just holding the wine coolers  for someone else.

And she believed  me.

And went to the principal.

And went off on him.

And so my suspension was lifted.  Because they didn’t really have any concrete evidence.

And I’ve felt guilty about that ever since.

So there.

Bless me bloggers for I have sinned.

Now that doesn’t make up for what I did, but it does feel better…

And for all you moms and dads whose kids are just holding those beers, or cigarettes, or bags of weed, or pills for their friends…

No matter how badly you want to believe them…

They are totally full of shit.

Happy last Sunday of 2012, Everyone 🙂

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