I just realized that I haven't blogged in three days. Where have I been? What have I been doing to have so thoroughly disappeared?
Well, let me tell you.
I spent a good chunk of the weekend freaking out because suddenly it's Passover and I had nothing prepared. No menu, no list, no plans, no nothing. So Saturday I sat down with my husband, the Jew-in-Charge of Passover and we discussed the menu and I went shopping. It was there that I renewed my once a year love affair with chopped liver.
What is it about chopped liver that so intoxicates my senses? Is it the onions? The eggs? The schmaltz? I do not know. I only know that I bought a pound on Saturday and there is only half a pound left.
Also, the lady bagging my groceries wished me a "Happy Palm Sunday" which I don't think that anyone in my entire life, including the nuns who knew better, has ever done before.
Once I had the whole Passover menu under control I was able to really start worrying about the La Leche League of MA/RI/VT Area Breastfeeding Conference- or more specifically- the Silent Auction, of which I am in charge. My in-laws invited us out to their country house this weekend but I had to beg out. I needed to spend time organizing donations and writing descriptions. David took the children out to see his folks and I stayed home and spent six hours working on the auction. Then I had a salad for dinner and didn't put anyone to bed, and that was really awesome.
Today I finished up working on the auction, got some financial paperwork taken care of and did laundry. And then the children came home, demanding food and love and when they asked me if I had missed them, I lied and "Yes, my darlings, I was lost with you."
Now we are all here and we will have our Seder tomorrow night and we will eat delicious food. Then I will cross passover off of my list and march grimly toward the auction. Once the auction is done I will dash off to see Rebecca dance in a show. Then I will begin to fret in earnest about Lily's birthday which is on the 12th and for which I am unprepared. Then it will be Rebecca's birthday and there will be a dance recital and a gymnastics recital and really, I will not have a moments peace until June.