Noah's Ark of this Generation
Two Sons

Keep it Shut

A few days ago, I took the kids bowling. I can't get into all the details, but let's just say our quality time together was filled with lots of arguments, cheering, hitting, screaming bloody murder, more cheering, and threats that we're gonna go home this second if you kids don't stop driving me crazy. 

Overall, I think I handled it pretty well, except for the part where I screamed at one of the kids in the middle of ordering our food. Cash register girl didn't get it. She looked about 15 and obviously didn't have any kids. If she were a mom she would give me a sympathetic smile or some free food.

Speaking of free food, I actually scored some from a take-out place that was having its grand opening. I ate enough free samples to call it a full meal, and then the kids and I went to their restaurant. I'm cheap like dat. After fighting over who got too many french fries and squirting ketchup all over themselves from those stupid packets, we headed home, exhausted. I mean, I was exhausted. They were just getting warmed up.

So I pulled up to the parking lot and got a rude surprise. Somebody had parked in my spot. I didn't recognize the car, but my oldest one did. It was a neighbor's car! For the life of me, I couldn't understand why he would park his car there, as he has his own spot. Furthermore, if he wasn't happy with his spot, there were plenty of other spots on the street that he could have chosen from. Why did he davka (it's like intentionally, but with or without spite) park in my spot?

I was fuming from his lack of consideration, and I sent my son to get him to move his car. As the steam was coming out of my ears, I felt like I was waiting forever until he lazily sauntered over to his car to move it. Do you think he even bothered to apologize or tell me why he parked in my spot? Absolutely no way! He just gave me a little wave hello and walked right up to his car. I was sooooo mad! 

It was late, I still had to shower the kids and go through the hellish routine of getting them into bed, and here I was, waiting for Mr. Margaritaville to move his car. I really wanted to give it to him, and at least get a reason out of him. An apology might be asking too much. 

Hold up. I suddenly realized that I was totally being tested at that moment. My cheerleaders in Heaven were waiting to see if I could keep my mouth shut, or if I would blow it and give the guy a piece of my mind. I could even hear Bob Costas asking in a hushed voice, "Will she be able to pull it off?" 

After holding my breath for about 30 seconds, I am proud to say that I kept my mouth shut! Awwww, yeah! Bring on the gold medal! Hopefully, I scored myself some serious blessings with that one. Somewhere in Judaism it is said that a person who doesn't say anything negative when he has the opportunity to - even if it's constructive criticism - earns a major amount of Divine blessings and abundance. Husbands, that includes giving your wives a few "helpful" pointers on how she can run the house better.

The point? Just keep it shut.

See? There are benefits to keeping our mouths shut. Just don't tell hubby. He will totally use it against me. 



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Shavua Tov, Racheli, :) :-)

Came on to Lazer Brody's blog, looked to see if you had wriiten something... (i do that always) and settled down to read your latest write-u.

Oh my, I could imagine how it must have been there for you, kids bowling and screaming,and - and you taking it all as calmly as you could ! Trying to be cool and collected, not really succeeding but coping.. enough and that is counted as "success", for young moms with young ones like you. Bravo....!!

As i read nostalgia of sorts fell in..
I tell everyone.. moms but especially grandma's, " Enjoy every moment you can with them.. they grow too fast"

and all toooo soon all changes... and all we have left then are those precious memories when you were the hero, (especially i mean us Grandmas).
Ok.. back to the present now...

Racheli, this time,you made me hungry.. . I could see those 'fries", (why do they call them French Fries?!! (have to check that one up). I could imagine, fried hot chicken with them... ooh... read it all, but the picture of the food just stayed in the brain..
Kept reading and read how you won.. against that old nasty.. yetza hara ..
and I could picture your heavenly cheerleaders, really cheering.. and is it okay to say, throwing their golden crowns up in the air?
(Racheli, if this is wrong.. what i wrote now... delete.) Todah..
You won..!!! Great..!! you made me see myself in situations like this... and i have akways mostly failed :( ..
the yetza hara always wins. where i am concerned... . .Oh well, i WILL try harder next time to count at least 5... if not more, and hope i can control my mouth to just stay shut..

Going back to fries and the rest... yum.. yum.. this is what i did. ..I called my son, and told him i had just read 'someones- write- up of fries and ketchup" .. aaand ...he was so sweeeet!!... he left his friend.. (girl) for a while to go and get me fries (Canadian ;-) i am being bad..:) LoL), with ketchup in 'packets', and fried chicken with .. Root beer.. and some cole slaw.. ( did not eat that..)
Now i felt satiated !! and am satiated!!.
Thanks Racheli... i am smiling contendly now... with a smile on me old face..

Oh. i did thank Hashem for the food... in my own words.. :-)

Have a lovely lovely week.. and Hashem bless you and yours... Amein v'Amein.


Zipora, now you've got me all hungry for a fully loaded hot dog and french fries! That's really not right, especially since I'm trying to stay away from processed foods and carbs and yeast and dairy and sugar and God knows what else. lol

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