easter in galway with my catholic parents and i cant stop thinking about a club night we missed

so i flew home to galway for easter weekend with the parents, they're properly devout, mass on holy thursday, good friday, saturday vigil, easter sunday lunch. the full works. and the entire time my brain is half there and half thinking about a couples weekend in dublin we had to skip to come back. my husband stayed home in london btw which is its own conversation. mum keeps asking when we're going to "settle down properly" and have kids and i'm nodding along while internally working out the logistics of getting to a meet up in cork next month. anyone else live this double life around religious family? do you ever feel like a fraud at mass? i love my parents to bits but i feel like im wearing a mask the whole time