Tuesday, June 26, 2012

It's 11:00 P.M Do You Know Where Your Kids Are?

it's 11:00 p.m. in the holy city of zefat. i just got home from babysitting the grandkids. i picked up sahar from daycare at 3:30 p.m. i had wanted to visit my niece who is visiting from india. just as i arrived, sahar was being changed. he had pished through his clothes. there weren't any extra underware or pants at the maon. i had come by cab because it was very hot and i returned by cab too because, sahar was nearly naked.

as usual, i got up at 6:00 a.m. cloey the pincher, wakes me up every morning. i don't remember taking them out. it's possible that i simply opened the front door for them and went back to sleep. i probably, took them for a walk around 7:30 a.m. i caught a lift at the next block with a van that goes to the seniors' center. i was at work by 8:45 a.m.

i serched the fridge and discovered that last night's dinner was virtually, untouched. i think there are only a handful of boys left at this point. apparently, they don't want to eat grains. i heard this through the grapevine, this morning. i took out last night's tomato and cucumber salad and boiled some eggs. i also made quinoi.

i left the yeshiva to go to a torah class for an hour and a half. i returned about noon and made lunch and dinner. i boiled up a bunch of potatoes but had no time to oven roast them. i merely added them to the left over bulgar and carrots that i made the day before. i cut up a red cabbage salad but it didn't get touched. i made a vat of sesame spaghetti and went to pick up my grandson.

we played together in the sprinklers for awhile. sahar didn't want to go back inside even though his lips were turning blue. i left him downstairs, naked and crying. when he soiled himself, i carried him back in. i made him a huge bubble bath. he didn't want a bath so i let him transfer most of the bubbles into the toilet for awhile. he then got in and didn't want to get out. he was humming away and talking to himself. he was quite the happy camper.

i was on the phone with a friend and he was on the bed in the computer room, coloring. after a while, i noticed magic marker all over sahar and the sheet. i tried my best to scrape off the marker from sahar and let him watch television. we took the dogs out for a short stroll and sahar was pleased with himself for climbing down a lot of steps. he asked if we were going back to his house and was happy to note that we were going back to grandma's house.

he had a large roll and a lot of milk laced with date honey. we both hit the chocolate pretty hard. my son came over at 8:00 p.m. he was not a happy camper like his son. he was furious. he had just had a scene with his mother-in-law. he left his young bride with the sephardi mommy dearest and waked over to his mommy's house. after 'venting' to me he went off to a torah class, leaving me with sahar. gal was home and had her hands full with the baby. i had to carry sahar home because, once again he had wet his pants and i had no replacement clothes. i did have a pair of over sized jeans that kept on falling off him.

when i got to gal's, she asked if i could babysit while she took a walk. i tried to put sahar to sleep and nearly succeeded, when shenhav baby started crying. i scooped her up and put her on my lap. she was restless and it kept sahar awake. i finally dumped her in her carriage in another room so i could get sahar to settle down. she cried herself to sleep and he took almost another hour to fall asleep.

zvi returned and continued his tirade against his mother-in-law. it was a bit of poetic justice for me. the kids overpaid for electricity at their store rental. the owners are not being very straight. it's kind of ironic. the amount they overpaid is precisely the amount they stiffed me, back in the winter. and let's not forget the thousands of shekels for electricity that they left me to pay by myself. it's divine retribution at it's clearest moment, i think.

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