I have a confession. I hate Monday nights & that dreaded event called 'Family Home Evening'.
I hope I'm not struck down.
When I was growing up - specifically in high school - and living with stepbrothers - my stepdad was a drill sergeant when it came to FHE. We would take turns planning - cram into the Buick that seemed to always have a Mariah Carey or Michael Bolton tape in the deck - go bowling - eat icecream....You get the picture.
Then...there were those dreaded 7 weeks in a row where someone invited the CD verison of Stephen Covey into our home. We sat in the reserved-for-the-home-teachers/white-couch formal living room & all pondered how to injure ourselves enough to get out of this weekly event.
Yes, we listened to the entire '7 Habits for Highly Effective Families' for 7 weeks. Straight.
We sat quietly. We tried to look like we were paying attention. We tried to pretend that we didn't want to escape back to Michael Bolton in the Buick.
Since then....Family Home Evening sends Covey-like chills through me.
That is why in our home it CANNOT be called FHE. At least Family Fun Night makes it sound like there will not be a book-on-CD allowed.
Hence, last night's FFN at our house involved a little Samuel the Lamanite, a little marshmallow fight & a milkshake.
Covey was no where in site.