After Hours

I know we’re friends, but my husband is off-duty. Call Hatzolah 

Naama: My husband doesn’t work for Hatzolah… if you have an emergency, we aren’t the address for it.

Ella: If you would only give me five minutes of your husband’s time, you would spare me hours away from my kids on Purim.

Naama

I remember exactly when I decided that something had to change.

It was three, maybe four years ago. Danny’s youngest sister had just gotten married, and we siblings were hosting the Shabbos sheva brachos.

There weren’t that many of us. My husband is one of four; his brother lives out of town, and his sister has a small house near my in-laws. Of course that meant we would be hosting, but that was fine with me; I love these kinds of things.

A lot of the preparations fell on me, too. One sister-in-law was a month after birth, the one who was traveling couldn’t bring much along. But again, that was okay; this was family, and it wasn’t as if we had that many family simchahs.