Ayala, I try reasoning with myself. You have two options. You can either get to work making phone calls or you can cry
I get a sefer Tehillim, open it, stare at the letters, and then, unable to focus, close it. This is no use, I think, and put it back on the shelf.
Near the Tehillim, I notice the silver tzedakah box. I eye it for a moment and then decide I’m going to give tzedakah in the zechus that the bris will be on time.
Sleep doesn’t come that night. Prince Charming’s color seems to be changing by the moment — and not for good. At 6:00 a.m. I look at the big black circles under my eyes and thank the person who invented under-eye concealer.
At 6:30 a.m., the nurse comes to check the baby. At 6:33 a.m. the bris is officially postponed.
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