Tonight we (me and DD#1) stood in line in our local supermarket. I admit, I went a bit crazy on food. DS#1 is here. And he is skinny! I want to fatten him up. Just a bit. Then there is the holiday of Shavuot coming this week and right after it – Shabbos.
So there we where, not actually standing, but frantically unpacking things from one shopping cart and stuffing them into the other. The lines were huge. I guess everyone has an empty fridge they want to fill up. Behind us is a nice couple with a baby. Obviously a first. And they are obviously not religious. At some point I hear “him” explaining to “her” in Russian – “You see what kind of life these religious women have. Her man is probably sitting home, doing nothing, while she is here working so hard”. Now, my Mother always taught me – if you can say something nice – be quiet. And do not rely on other languages.
You should have seen “his” jaw drop when I turned and said in Russian – “My man is home, feeding dinner to six wild children. Trust me, comparing to this going grocery shopping is like booking a night at the spa”.
And if you forgot what it means to live with a kid or seven, or you have not been owned recently by a toddler I will be glad to share the most resent thing DD #3 tried.
Every day is different and today was an oil velocity experiment. This happened in aproximately 5 minutes after DH left and before I fully woke up. I came out into the kitchen to find a slick oil patch on the floor and DD #3 sliding through it in the footed pajamas. “I am going very fast” she shared with me. I mercilessly stifled the spirit of scientific inquiry by cleaning up the oil.