This is exactly why I was putting it off

I've been putting off calling my church rectory for that godparent letter I need.  I finally sucked it up and called after getting Nora down for her nap this afternoon.  And wouldn't you know I got the head priest on the phone.  I tell him I need the letter and he asks for my name, and he spells it correctly.  He pulls me up on his computer, rattles off some facts, like that my husband John is not Catholic, and my daughter Eleanor was baptised there in 2007.  Oh, and that I'm not really using my envelopes since they only have record of receiving two last year.  He makes some comment about how he knows it's hard to make it when you have small children.  How am I supposed to respond to that exactly? 

So he asks if I can come to mass this weekend and say hello to him and get the letter.  I tell him that I'm working on Sunday, which is the truth.  I have a home visit scheduled.  I then suggest I could come by on Monday to pick it up.  He very reluctantly agrees and says that I should try to stop in and say hello to him if he's there.  Yeah, I'm hoping he's not there.  I was going to wait and get it after I drop Nora off at daycare, but now I'm thinking I should bring her with me so I have an excuse to get the hell out of there (no pun intended).

Damned Catholic guilt.  Just one reason why I don't go so often anymore.