Life has started to get busy and, dare I say it, a little overwhelming. Work is really ramping up for both of us, taxes are stressful, the cost of school and camp is sinking in, and the calendar is booking up fast. We have to constantly remind ourselves to take it day by day…while also pushing ourselves to start thinking a bit more longterm to avoid this kind of stress sneaking up on us. Not an easy balance to strike. I’m constantly reminded of something my bat mitzvah teacher used to say: how do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.
When I realized my beau’s golf trip coincided with the beginning of Passover (and therefore the seders) and that Matt and Karina would be heading to Savannah for the holiday, it dawned on me that V and I would be all alone for the holiday. And a Seder for the just the two of us (when one of us is 3) was just about the least appealing thing ever. I booked a last minute flight to Savannah and though it was a very quick trip, it was a good one. It was like I woke up on Saturday morning with an entirely new kid. He gave me no trouble getting out the door, was patient throughout the long lines of a chaotic JFK, and was chill throughout the flight and hour-long delay on the tarmac. We giggled and had great conversation. Basically, he was a dream. THIS is when parenting is starting to get fun. It’s still exhausting, but it feels so much more manageable. I’m sure a large part of it was that it was 1:1, but I also think that, as long as you continuously engage with him (which can be draining, I know), the days are easier. We’re starting to really get into a groove.
When I posted that I was getting ready to head to Savannah for 48 hours, Shea asked if I wanted to join her for a run with Savannah Striders. I wasn’t planning on it, but then said WHY NOT?! I didn’t love the early wake-up, but it was great to have an hour or two to catch up with Shea and it was a totally new and fun experience to run through the downtown area of my hometown.
It’s Passover. I am not a Passover fan. I’ve said it before, but the most difficult part for me is keeping the regular Passover rules that I don’t observe the other 357 days of the year. No pork, no shellfish, and most crushingly no mixing meat and dairy is tough. We are halfway through today and I’ll be very ready to be done. As much as a snack of matzah with butter eaten off a paper napkin is a rite of passage, I’ll be content to nibble on just about anything else by Sunday night.
Peaches to Apples 