Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Brain rot

Today is a Nothing Day, a day in which there is no camp, no kaitana, no school - but I have to work. Yoav is away with his camp too.

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

The war - summarized

I saw this post from Facebook tonight and it was almost exactly what I had been planning to write, but said better:

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20 Things I have learned since this war began- Sarah Raanan
1. Bomb shelter selfies make you feel better.
2. The fact that we don’t even think twice about having bomb shelters and safe rooms built in our houses is slightly abnormal. In fact, the fact that we have air raid sirens and rockets alerts that interrupt songs on the radio...the whole thing is surreal.
3. The silence and anticipation can be the worst.
4. Facebook makes you feel better. Knowing that your friends are feeling the same emotions that you are is comforting.
5. Facebook makes you feel worse. Reading articles and watching films about how much Hamas detest us and how the foreign media refuses to see the other side of the coin, is just frustrating, depressing and frightening.
6. Haters gonna hate - there’s nothing you can do about that. You just have to remember that you know what is good and right and pray for our well being. Meanwhile they will all ignore the fact that we fight to destroy the weapons that are threatening our people, and they fight to destroy us. Want to see 'disproportionate'? There it is.
7. There are many noises that sound like a siren - a kettle boiling, a motorbike zooming down the street, a kid making ‘wooh wooh’ noises in the supermarket, a sound that your ears pick out from the background of a song, the echoes in your head of past sirens...
8. The Muqata ROCKS! Thank you for everything that you do.
9. The Iron Dome is a total miracle.
10. Showering at 6:00pm is NOT a good idea, unless you are an exhibitionist.
11. You know you’ve been going through this for too long when you start choosing your shoes based on how good they are to run in. Or debating wearing beige trousers because they might get stained when you have to get out of your car mid siren and lie on the ground. Or worrying about going to workout in the evening because that means risking leaving the kids at home to deal with an air raid siren alone.
12. Two minutes is an eternity compared to 15 seconds
13. When push comes to shove, we all really love each other and help each other out. I wish we could be like this in times of peace.
14. Laughter really is the best medicine.
15. It’s funny, until it’s not.
16. Watching your kids go through this is painful. Being a Jew is such a scary reality right now.
17. There's nothing like the love of our IDF. We love them, each and every one and we feel the pain of their families' loss on such a deep, raw level that it physically hurts.
18. Solidarity marches and demonstrations around the world really do help and really do matter. Thank you to everyone who shows up.
19. I'm ashamed by how little I have identified with what people have been going through for YEARS in places like Sderot. I get it now. And we're not even experiencing anything close to what they have gone through and continue to endure.
20. There’s no place like home. There’s no other place to call home אין לי ארץ אחרת

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Bentching

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

War blog

There is one God, he controls everything in the universe, and he is actively controlling every moment of our lives in a million ways.

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

And another!

Officially now our fifth trip to the mamad.

If you listen carefully, you can hear moshiach's donkey grazing...

Thursday, June 26, 2014

At the grand neighborhood challah taking

#bringbackourboys

I never stop thanking God I have my girls, here, home, safe.

Keep davening, ya'll.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Laundry

It piled up a bit, again. Happens. Some weeks I kinda forget about laundry as an activity, and then cleaning up for shabbos it's like - oh. Mount Laundry is at the end of my kitchen. Well there's no point in washing it on Friday, I'll never have time to fold it... and so it goes.

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: