Shabbosdig

When I read that, I was touched. And saddened.

When Motzaei Shabbos arrives in my house, I typically say Baruch Hamavdil, pull off the white tablecloths, change the kids into pjs, and start doing laundry. Later, I drink a strong coffee. I hardly feel a lack.

Or do I?

I wonder this as another Shabbos is heralded in.

I hastily hang up the Mr. Clean–scented mop. My house is sparkling clean, the hot plate packed, fridge loaded with fresh food.