Sunshine wore a green shirt, under a black one. I had to go pick out Monster's clothes because he didn't care at all what he wore. Same with Husband. We went swimming before heading in the morning. I needed to be home by a specific time to get the corned beef ready. We weren't home in time. We didn't listen to Irish music. I didn't get a chance to make soda bread. We ended up having hamburgers for dinner. So, basically, it was a Sunday.
It's not that I want to go out and drink all day. I want to feel closer to Ireland. Ireland is where I belong. It calls to me. I know that sounds funny, but it does. I want to wear green, listen to Irish music, eat soda bread and corned beef (which is actually an Irish-American thing). I want to read my kids stories of leprechauns and gold. But, mostly, I want my family to want to do it as well.
The one thing my family still humored me with this St. Patrick's Day was making leprechaun traps. Husband and Sunshine worked hard on the designs this year! Monster really didn't care.
I'll try again next year, but each year, I just get pulled further and further from my "favorite holiday", which pulls me further and further from the place my heart is.