I reminded myself that I had no reason to worry. Maybe things would happen at the last minute, but my mother would help me pull this off, I knew I could rely on her
Secure in the knowledge that my front-row seat at the Beineinu party would be waiting for me whenever I showed up, I took the chance to quickly peel the vegetables for the chicken soup, clean up the kitchen, and get Chaya and Asher bathed and into bed before leaving the house. My mother would’ve said to just skip their baths that night, but I had a soft spot for freshly bathed kids, and really, it took two minutes per bath, so it was no big deal. I also left clear instructions with Lali to make sure Avrumi and Yosef went into bed by eight o’clock sharp, or else, and Tziporah at eight forty-five.
Tziporah overheard that and whined. “Mommy always lets me stay up way later.”
That was probably true, but it was only because our mother didn’t have the headspace to deal with petty things like bedtimes. It didn’t make it right, and Tziporah knew that good and well.
There was no time to do my hair, but as my friend Raizy constantly reminded me, “Ha, ha, Malya, you’re taken, you don’t have to worry about bad hair days anymore.” She was wrong, of course. Who else, if not a kallah, should look amazing at all times?
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