Bathtub blessings
We interrupt these whiny, poor-me postings for a special message...I just have to say - I have the best Hubby in the whole world. Last night was mikvah night, and I was a little stressed trying to figure out how I was going to get ready in time, since I get home from work late. I had meant to ask Hubby to rinse out the tub for me because he gets home earlier than I do (hey, we have a tub-happy dog, so it needs rinsing in between cleanings), but I forgot.
I got home, raced in the door, and caught Hubby closing the door to the bedroom, so I suspected he had made the bedroom nice and purty, but the surprise was in the bathroom. He not only rinsed the tub, he decided to scrub it for me, placed flowers in a vase, lit a few candles and put my "mikvah-prep table" next to the tub.
Did I mention the glass of wine he had waiting for me when I walked in the door?
I am one lucky ducky.
We now return to our regularly scheduled whine.Labels: self-improvement
Shut up, cranky witch
Sorry, I didn't mean to sound so whiny and cranky. And thank you for not pointing out my whininess and crankiness.
I don't want to be, or even sound like, a bitter, old, childless crank. I'm just really feeling the lack of invites this year, when even our reliable stand-bys don't invite us. Are we sounding bitter and cranky? Is that why we're being left out? Or is it, as I suspect, we're not on anyone's radar, because they don't see us picking up the kids from school, they don't see at school events, they don't see us at the kid's fair at the Jewish Community Centre, little Rivka didn't ask to come over to Mr. & Mrs. Projgen's house to play, so there's no, "Oh! Look, the Projgens! I wanted to invite them for dinner on Simchat Torah!"
::sigh::
Maybe it will be better once we actually decide where we stand. We still think we want to try another cycle, the low-dose I was talking about. But all the doctors we met previously, who know about this stuff, and to whom we want to talk before making any decisions, are all Jewish and bogged down with the holidays, so we have to wait.
Hey, infertility is like being in the Army, eh - hurry up and wait.
Chag Sameach, and Happy Thanksgiving if you're north of the 49th or Columbus Day if you're south.
Labels: crankiness, infertility
Death by holiday
Man, these holidays are killing me! We were never meant to have two-day holidays, followed immediately by Shabbat.
Quick explanation: almost every Jewish holiday, outside of Israel, is two days. In Israel, nearly every holiday is just one day. This has to do with the Jewish calendar being a lunar calendar, and how the first day of the month is decided upon, and the worry that outside of Israel, we could never really be sure when the month started, therefore, we can never really be sure which day the holiday falls on, so better to be safe than G-d forbid celebrate the holiday late.
Among other reasons.
As a result, every couple of years, we wind up with
Rosh Hashana (which is a two-day holiday no matter where you are) falling on a Thursday and Friday. Which means
Sukkot* is a Thursday and Friday. Which means
Shmenei Atzeret* and
Simchat Torah* are Thursday and Friday.
Each of these days is followed by Shabbat. Holidays are observed much like Shabbat, except we can cook - under certain restrictions. So, no flicking switches, no driving, no shopping, no phone, no computer, no news, no keeping up with blogs, never mind blogging. Just peace and quiet for 3 days.
Peace and quiet and walking back and forth to services twice a day every day, cooking 6 festive meals, enough challah for these meals, and 6 desserts. But mind you, those desserts have to be
parve (neither meat nor dairy) or you have to make sure the dessert matches the meal (dairy meal, dairy dessert).
And you have to do that for 3 weeks out of 4. In a row. Which also means cramming 5 days of work into 2 1/2 for 3 weeks out of 4. Thank G-d
Yom Kippur is in the middle - a fast day keeps you from going insane. ;)
I'm not complaining, mind you. I love this time of year. It's just these 3-day deals that knock me out. Oh, and the fact that no one has invited us to a single meal, and no one wants to come to us, because we're a little out of the way and oh, y'know, "the kids want to be with other kids. And it's their naptime, so we'd rather just host."
No matter how much you love 'em, holidays really suck when you don't have kids.
* Sorry, normally I would put in links, but I'm trying to plan this week's meals. My apologies for all the odd phrases with no explanation, but Google 'em if you're curious ;)Labels: Jewish
