No one could possibly be living like this. Everyone else has more time, more money, more help— or all three
Thank You, Hashem, for a freezer that holds those leftovers until my kids forget that I once served them. Thank You for the microwave that gets those leftovers on the table in time for supper, even though I thought about supper way too late, and thank You for ketchup that covers the taste of food that’s been in the freezer for way too long.
I walked in the door from work with no idea what I could prepare for supper in under an hour, and besides, I knew that if I didn’t put in a load of laundry right then, it wouldn’t be ready to go in the dryer before I had to run out, and then…. And while I was aimlessly opening and closing doors and cabinets in my kitchen, were those dishes still dirty from Shabbos? I won’t even tell you what day of the week it was… I turned my face upward and said, “Hashem, these are Your children too, and You have to help me think of something to feed them for supper!” And right then, at that moment, those meatballs seemed like a miracle to me.
A lot of the time, I feel like I’m hanging on by a thread. I start thinking that there must be something wrong with my life. I try to think of some solution.
Work fewer hours? But I need both the salary and the mental stimulation I get from my job.
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