Finish Line

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Teetering on the brink of insanity. That was me in the months after my traumatic divorce.

Crying on the bus at the kitchen table at work. Staying awake way into the night unable to unwind. Trying to stay on top of all the myriad responsibilities that came along with running a home and taking care of small children on my own. Feeling lost alone devastated at the dashing of my dreams. If I made it through the week without falling apart it was a miracle.

But before I could crash on my couch Friday night and be swallowed up by the oblivion of sleep there was still one more hurdle to overcome: making it to candlelighting on time.

Er… well not exactly on time but at least before shkiah. That was the important thing right? The siren could blare but I still had plenty of time to finish washing the floor throw food into the oven clear the muktzeh items off the table shower and change and find Shabbos clothing for my kids.