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Last night as Mr. G was negotiating his way out of going to sleep, we had a conversation. He was eating his bowl of cornflakes and he suddenly said, “There’s going to be a fire!”. He was concerned. I said, “Where is the fire going to be?” He said, “In Hashem’s house.” I guess they’ve been learning about Tisha B’Av in gan. Really?? It’s a bit scary, I’d say, but I went with it. “So tell me about the fires.” He goes on and tells me about the bad people coming who burn up Hashem’s house and it’s very sad. How does one respond to this? I say, well if we’re nice to each other and we’re a good friend and a good brother, then Hashem’s house will be rebuilt. He says, “I have a better idea, I’ll build it myself.” So he jumped off his chair, so proud of his idea, and brought his blocks over and began building. Did I mention what an expert he is at not going to sleep? He knew that I wasn’t going to make him stop building the Beit HaMikdash. So he stayed up for another half hour building it and then went to sleep happy.  If only we could take the responsibility he took upon himself to have the Beit HaMikdash rebuilt. Be nice to each other. If only life were this simple. To Mr. G, it is. And I hope it stays that way for a long, long time.

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Thrilled to be leaving at dusk

Thrilled to be leaving at dusk

Last night I thought it would be nice to go for a family walk. It’s been really really hot outside and we haven’t been able to get to the park, so I thought how nice it would be to get into PJs and walk around the block and have a picnic for dinner. HA! I’m totally nuts. So I prepared sandwiches and everything and the kids wanted to watch TV instead. So they had a picnic on my bed watching Thomas the Tank Engine.  When it came time to go to sleep, all of a sudden they were ready to go. That caught me off guard. Seriously, I don’t know why I didn’t realize this would happen. Not wanting to go to bed- being willing to do all manner of things before going to sleep- This is class 101 in mother school. (more…)

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My Lucky Day

What I’m referring to is miluim (army service- reserve duty) and what I mean is, why is it that it always falls at the WORST POSSIBLE TIME! Let me share. In 2005, July 13th to be exact, I made aliyah. Mazal tov to me! It was both exciting, exhilerating, and frightening. Didn’t speak very much Hebrew and certainly hadn’t learned the art of chutzpah yet (probably the most frightening part). The day after we arrived, we had a lot to do- finding an apartment, getting our bank account, teudat zehut, doctor because I had found out we were expecting our first child. But when we woke up that morning, we found out the next week my husband was going to the army for a month. I may have fainted- don’t remember because I have blocked that period out of my mind. So we were pregnant, homeless, stuffless, and I would be all alone in a new country. Fantastic. What better way to spend my first month in Israel.

The next time he had miluim I think we had just had our first baby- he was four months old- and we were moving to a new apartment and starting a new job. My lucky day was when Rafi came home from miluim to accept our lift (aka 70 gagillion boxes filled with who knows what that I needed to unpack since we were starting work as soon as he got home. Oh yeah, and I also had to take care of my four month old at the same time). Isn’t the army nice for giving him one day off to help me?

The time after that, we were expecting our second baby and I had a 14 month old and the flu. That one was so fun. Oh and my 14 month old had rotavirus. Or was that the next time?

I think this time was the kicker. I kid you not. Exactly one month to the day after giving birth to Achinoam, Rafi is in the army for a month. Oh and he has three exams and two papers to write while he’s there. My lucky day was the day he originally was called for- June 14th- the day I gave birth. He wouldn’t have had to go had it not changed to July 14th.  Luckily I was able to walk and as I’m sure the army knows, one month after giving birth, every mother is up and able to care for her 3.3 year old, 1.5 year old, and newborn.  Oh and I’m sure they also knew that I was able to do laundry, cook, and handle the unrelenting heat. I’m sure that’s why they made that rule and made no exceptions for how many kids you have, whether you have your family close by, and whether you have a budget for a babysitter. I’m sure they considered all those factors when stealing my husband from us for an entire month, the month after I gave birth. I’m looking forward to my lucky day who knows when next week, when he comes back.

I really needed to get that off my chest.

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