I’m trapped between my husband’s limitations and my friend’s needs
Omigosh, the magnitude of the neis that no one was in the room hits me. I sink onto Yocheved’s bottom bunk, my knees literally giving out, and begin murmuring Mizmor L’sodah.
The kids start trickling in: Wow, their reactions are delayed when they’re playing Perpetual Commotion in the basement.
Rikki pokes her head in first, little forehead scrunched up. “Moooommy, what was that noi— Ahhh! Shiri, Leah, Peniiiina, come see the dresser in my room!”
Curls flying, tutus fluttering (Yocheved), they come prancing in, emitting girlish shrieks and lisping “Omigooosh”es.
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