Do you ever have one of those weeks where you feel like the sky is falling? Where the more things you accomplish, the less you have really done? That is where I am right now. The Yom Tovs (or holy days) are at an end until Passover. Our family has really enjoyed them and had some amazing experiences. I have a ton of mental pictures of my girls dancing with their daddy and the Torah on Simchat Torah. We have memories of amazing meals with interesting people in their Sukkah. I made a relationship with a lovely lady from New York (who actually called me and wants to continue building on the friendship!).
Now that the festivities have wound down, reality is sinking in. Since we moved in right before Rosh Hashanah, the holidays have fallen back to back to back, as they do every year. This year, our family celebrated them differently. After Shabbat, I called my parents. We are so blessed that they are coming to spend Shabbat with us. The girls are excited and can't wait to see them. This started my "Chicken Little" complex.
They do need a place to sleep. The guest room was known as the box room. We had to clear out all of the boxes and make space for them to sleep. This week (among our regularly scheduled programming) was dedicated to creating a space for visitors. The room is now cleared out (and there is closet space for them!).
I also had a slight panic about the new addition to our family. The baby's room was piled into the middle of the floor. Now, we know that the baby will be bunking with us when he comes, but I still need access to burp clothes, clothes, and diapers. So, husband set up the room so that I would have a little peace of mind. Several boxes from the afore mentioned "box room" are stacked neatly in the baby's room against the walls.
We also haven't really talked about baby names. We made a list of potential names, once. That was as far as we got. Maybe we can tackle this next week!!!
The next Chicken Little moment came Wednesday night. I came home from work feeling worn down. By the end of the night, I was running a low grade fever, was bundled up in bed by 8, and couldn't sleep through the night. My congestion and drainage were keeping me (and apparently husband) up. I tried adding pillows, I tried sleeping in a chair sitting straight up, I tried everything I could think of. Thursday I was still tired, but feeling a little better.
Finally, my day on Thursday was chaos. I had a day full of appointments. Two different doctors appointments were 3 minutes away from each other in distance, but 3 1/2 hours apart in scheduling. I tried to utilize the time the best that I could, so I ran a few errands. The appointments were also in the town I used to live in, which is about an hour away from my home now. On my way home, I decided to stop by the auto repair shop to get my brakes checked. The brake pads were completely worn down and I needed a ton of work. While I waited for the brake work to be done, I went to the mall across the street and sat at Starbucks and worked on my lesson plans for my maternity leave.
Hopefully, this Shabbat will be a Shabbat of peace and for just a moment in time, my sky will stop falling!
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