Monday, September 17, 2007

How to Achieve The 7 Deadly Sins in One Day

By Pickle from My Two boys.

Ahh....but this can be done, especially if one is a stay at home mom.

Pride is excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's recognition of the grace of God. It has been called the sin from which all others arise. Pride is also known as Vanity. I, myself, scurry from vanity, being the dowdy housewife that I have become (quick, hide!). However, check this post out from Silicon Valley Moms and you'll see how my summer at the pool was. (Yes, on the opposite side of the vanity mamas!) Yet, despite trying to stay clear from Ms. I Lost All My Baby Weight and Mrs. I've Got to Hire a Nanny, I found myself making sure I showered, applied my make-up, and even attempted to shave my legs (although that is hard when showering with a toddler at your feet).

Envy is the desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation. Have you never coveted your neighbors sleek and spankin' new Saab, retro coffee maker, or better yet...Prada? Come on, don't lie. Everyone keeps up with the Joneses.

Gluttony is an inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires. One word...Chocolate.

Lust is an inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body. hmmmm....can you say McDreamy, McSteamy, McLowe? McSeeley? hmmmmmm...

Anger is manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath. And this Blogging Mom has a mighty good reason to be angry. Personally, I think you rock.

Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. Yes, we have all done this at some point or another. Why else would we buy a lottery ticket or ask for that raise?

Sloth is the avoidance of physical or spiritual work. Yes, I admit it...I DON'T EXERCISE and I avoid it at all cost. I do, however, carry laundry up and down stairs, chase a toddler 24 hours a day (he sleepwalks too), walk around the block about 50 times a day (Diet Coke in hand) while said toddler rides bike, do keyboard finger plays (does that count? uh-oh), mow the lawn, spy on the Joneses new possessions, and some days I even try to find the vacuum.


Thanks to The Seven Deadly Sins for the definitions.


2 comments:

The Farmers Wife said...

All in one day. A girl after my own heart! ;) Nice post.

Mama Zen said...

Yes, chocolate!

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