Well, there you are. My kids always ignored the calendar, so I was able to make up “special” days out of thin air. ;-D
You know, St. Immacolata, patron of closet cleaning and sock matching. Etc.
That might fly ... but Ash Wednesday is too well-known. If I told them Lent started next Wednesday (2/23), their Sunday School teachers would set them right the following week.
That reminds me ( I have no idea why-but it’s a good story, imho) of when I was 11 or 12 and it was time for me to leave for school. I couldn’t find my tie, which was a required part of my uniform and I was terrified to have Madam angry with me again. I admit that I was a serious drama queen as a child, and I haven’t progressed much, I confess.
Anyway, my mother was calling me as I was about to miss the bus again, and I was frantic.
I dropped to my knees, closed my eyes and prayed. When I opened my eyes I saw my tie, which had fallen under a chair. If I hadn’t been on my knees I would never have seen it. I felt that the Saints had intervened.
Shortly thereafter we went on Retreat for a week, and I thought that I was destined to be a nun. There are times that I still feel that way.