Love it. I love Pesach.
First of all it’s a license to give away and throw out things you wouldn’t dare give away or throw out during the year.
I know it’s a little early for some. And now you’re thinking “She’s one of those.”
It’s not true.
For years I was one of “those” who “sold” half the house for Pesach. Started as late as possible so I would have as much excuse as possible for why I had to tape closed all the cabinets.
I remember the Pesach one month after I had twins. Twins in the first year of aliyah on top of a secluded mountain surrounded by Arab villages with no family babysitters or cleaning help in sight.
I actually packed a suitcase with exactly what we’d need for the week. Took out two pots two pans and shut everything else down. I believe I filled up a window cleaner bottle with bleach and water and shpritzed every corner of the house knowing that now a dog couldn’t eat it. But it wasn’t because I didn’t love cleaning for Pesach it was because at that time this was the best I could do.
Every year a person has to assess what they are actually capable of but without judgments. And to see how year by year we get better. Things get better. Children grow up and help or move out. That helps too.
Every year for the last 12 years we’re in Bait VeGan I’ve had the same conversation with the same friend on the same corner.
“What are you up to?” she always asks.
“Throwing and sorting ” I always say.
Then we laugh because we know these lines already. Then she says as she says every year “We have the same conversation every year.”
“I know but we can’t not say it.”
After a whole good speech about how important it is to organize before cleaning and how they are two completely different activities and how cleaning is so much easier or at least less scary if everything’s in its place this year I have a new addition.
“You know what I started doing?” I say.
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