Blacklist    

All I can think is… Should I have done  anything differently?

Punching in the code to my front door, I contemplate if I am the only human being who hates wedding dancing. Okay, that literally makes me sound like the worst person. I feel like the rest of that sentence should be, “and the sound of children laughing makes my teeth hurt.” So to clarify, I don’t hate weddings. Or marriage. Or people’s happiness. I just hate simchah dancing. I find it too loud and too messy and too chaotic and just too.

And I really do like the sound of children laughing. Gosh.

I trip on a tricycle in my heels, and I almost go flying. This is not a promising premonition for what state the rest of the house must be in, but hey, if Chaya got my kids to bed, I will not complain. It’s more than Shira and Faigy can do sometimes.

I can’t remember the last time I had to hire a babysitter. But since both Shira and Faigy are living their best lives in camp, and Temima’s up to the wedding stage herself, I’ve had to scrounge around for someone to watch the littles while I attended the Tennenbaum wedding.