it is 12:00 p.m. in the holy city of zefat. I haven't spoken to my son since Friday afternoon. I am sick to my stomach. I ache. I went to sleep right after I lit my Shabbat candles on Friday evening. I slept from 8:00 p.m. until 1:30 a.m. I don't know if I was sick or just traumatized. I was freezing. I slept under a comforter. I got up and made Kiddush for myself at 2:00 a.m. and then ate a tuna sandwich. I then went back to sleep until around 7:00 a.m.
after I took to my bed the kids were making a lot of noise. the bedroom is right above the garden area. it turned out that the married sister and family also came for the shabbaton. so there were 3 couples and seven kids downstairs. I finally passed out and heard my son calling me. I guess it was time for Kiddush. I didn't answer. a little while later the daughter-in-law knocked on the door and asked if I wanted to come downstairs. I answered from bed that I did not want to and said thank you. I slept the rest of the night.
I made myself a cup of tea and ate a bit of fruit at 8:00 a.m. I wanted to drink a rum breeze. I felt really ill and queasy. I couldn't read because my head was spinning. I didn't know if I had had too much sun the day before or if I was just sick to death of my son's chutzpah. I let the dogs out and saw my daughter-in-law's female cousin and sister. they said good morning but I could barely answer. I was furious that more of the clan was downstairs. after all, I had been told on Friday afternoon that I was not allowed to invite my family to use the pool.
I was also told that I had made myself a little too comfortable with their setup downstairs. I am not allowed to host my friends and family in my own garden area without their permission. it's their pool, their table and 4 chairs and their swing set. I pay the real estate tax, the house insurance, the water bill and the gardener and they live downstairs for free. what is wrong with this picture?
I put up a wooden gate to prevent the dogs from going downstairs to disturb their guests and kids but someone kept on taking it down. I ended up leaving my dogs on the balcony all morning. I went to the Sephardi synagogue to meet my friends and had lunch with them. I didn't feel well. it was really hot and I had turned off the fans in the evening because I was cold. I came back and saw even more members of the clan downstairs. it was beach party bingo downstairs. I was so upset. I drank a rum breeze and I went to sleep. my granddaughter slipped onto my balcony to call down to everyone and my son ordered her to go downstairs.
I woke up in the evening and finished my novel. I ate another tuna sandwich and waited for Shabbat to end. I made havdalah for myself and went to my computer. when I let the dogs outside I found my wooden gate broken into 2 pieces. someone smashed it. someone had also taken my sponger stick and broom. everyone had left. I guess the daughter-in-law went to work early this morning. I don't have to take care of the kids today. and the way I feel right now I won't be babysitting any time soon nor will I be making shabbatons again.