Oh my.
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.
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I've decided that the definition for "mom" is "being in a state of perpetual unpreparedness." Today we were unprepared for an Easter Egg Hunt. I am unprepared for a tea party for 5 year olds tomorrow. I'm forever freaking out. But things are always alright, eventually, and it's on to the next freakout...
I've never, ever had chopped liver! This is the first time I've ever been intrigued enough to try it. Well done :)
Good luck with the auction and everything after that!
How interesting...if it's really good, then what does it mean when someone says, "what am I? Chopped liver?"
I was worried about you. I almost emailed you. Now I can stop fretting about it.
I've decided when you have a family there really is no peace, just crisis management. Good luck with it all.
Ok just breath! Enjoy your Seder!
Happy Spring!
Hugs, Lisa
I love it. xo M
The Jew-in-Charge of Passover! Perfect, just perfectly perfect.
Have a joyous Seder. Happy Passover.
The "this is the thing for now, and then the next thing and then next thing and then next thing and then it will be June." Yeah, that's my life, too. It seems to come with being a mom, grownup, and someone with a wonderfully full life. I hope your seder is great. Nothing like getting the kids involved to make it just right. :)
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