Tuesday, July 22, 2014
So I decided it's a Brain Rotting Day. My kids haven't watched a video of any kind in months, so I decided to try getting it all done in one fell swoop.
They are currently watching their third "Little People" DVD. I didn't even remember owning all of those.
That's right. My holy children - aged 8 and almost 6 - third grader and first grader - are happily spending hours watching content made for 2 year olds. They are thrilled.
I love my kids.
Monday, July 21, 2014
Thursday, July 17, 2014
I often forget or "forget" to have the girls bentch after they eat during the week- I so dislike it when they occasional object that I tend to avoid it.
But I recently realized that was totally unfair to their own spiritual growth and relationship with God. THEY need to bentch for their own sakes.
So tonight I said:
"Guys, often we forget to bentch after we eat dinner, but I think especially because Yisroel needs all the (merits) it can get right now, can we bentch nicely tonight?"
BIG cries of "for sure!" from the girls, much rushing to the table, and Sroch says they can bentch from ONE bentcher.
I say, of course you can, Llama can't read yet.
"No Mommy! We'll bentch together from one bentcher for the ACHDUS!"
And as I type, they are singing praises to God for their food, for their land, for everything.
May it be a zchus for us all. (cause I gotta tell you- I'm rather tired of this war...)
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
I will not take mysteriously unexploded bombs for granted.
I will not take rockets that fall in "open areas" for granted.
I will not take living in a time of God's open miracles for granted.
I will not take my daughters' lack of fear for granted.
I will not take the fact that I, descendant of thousands of years of disapora Jewry, live in the land God himself designated for my people, for granted.
I will not take the merit of the prayers of my great great great great (etc) grandparents that their children should see the land of Israel for granted.
So far this summer my land has been on fire - forest fires, dissension and frantic searching.
Then my land wept - tears of sorrow, pain, but tears in unity.
And now my land is huddling under the capable hand of God who is flicking away rockets like so many pesky mosquitoes, huddling in a protective embrace that is loose enough for us to stand tall and laugh and for heaven's sake take selfies (!) while we bask in his protection.
Have there been some harmed? There have. Has there been damage? There has. Are some people afraid? Indeed.
My prayer is for the soldiers, the citizens and any innocent who does not wish me harm. Because.... is there danger?
There is, of course, danger. I am not so brash as to believe my merits are sufficient to save me suffering in this world. I am not so foolish as to think I am absolved from my work in the world - to pray, to seek shelter, to vote, to effect change.
But this does not lessen the mightiness of God. On the contrary, it only reinforces how everything that happens is utterly in his laser-accurate control - reprieve and direct hit alike.
There is one God, he controls everything in the universe, and he is actively controlling every moment of our lives in a million ways.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Did a bit of laundry, and rescued two baskets of socks and such (from previous washed-on-Friday-but-had-no-time-to-put-it-away-before-shabbos) batches. So folded on my couch I have...
6 uniform shirts (and one's in the dryer)
16 pairs of underwear for one child, 28 (!!) for the other*
lots of skirts, dresses, shabbos dresses, knee socks (recently extracted for summer wear) plus
eight shkabillion million pairs of tights
(okay, maybe only abut 20)
*Lemme explain. Often when I'm being good about the laundry, I'll wash the clothes they wore on Sunday... on Sunday, then again Monday, etc so the same underthings and school clothes get worn 3 times in a week, while the stuff at the bottom of the hamper can languish for... longer.
In my first four loads of laundry I had 1/3 of the couch for Llama's piles, 1/3 for Sroch's, 1/3 for linens + Yoav's stuff, and then for me?
I had one skirt (black) and one pair of socks (rainbow). Hmm.
Here's a picture of me from London, in front of a representative scale model of the amount of tights I've folded: