I’m hoping this is a tantrum-free confetti-day, not a thundercloud one
“Hashem, please help him come home in a good mood.”
The cranes and tractors doing construction work on the street keep me company, their rumbling and grumbling a familiar soundtrack to my day.
I’m playing with the orange tape blocking off the construction site when the school bus pulls up. I’m holding my breath. Well, my entire afternoon depends on his mood.
“Helllloooo, tzaddikel.” I reach for him, patting his head as he gets off the bus steps. Relief rushes over me — no sign he napped on the bus. Thank You, Hashem. (You all know what a 4 p.m. nap does to bedtime.)
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