On Saturdays, Marc takes the four oldest kids to Hebrew School. Julianna is still too little, and there’s literally nowhere, with the exception of the front lobby, where I can sit and nurse her. I’m as big a fan of nursing in public as there is, but I still feel vaguely uncomfortable whipping out my boob in front of teenage boys and little old men. And there seems to be a lot of both of those two at the synagogue. So Saturdays have become this quiet little island in time when it’s just me and my baby girl – and I adore them.
Yesterday, Jess was home sick with a cough. I had a migraine, Julie had a slightly runny nose, Sam had a fever and Marc is still hacking and coughing. None of us were hard core sick, but all of us were a little bit. So we spent the whole day at home. I live in this teeny, tiny apartment. It’s mainly just two rooms that have a big sliding door between them, my bedroom, Jessie’s tiny bedroom and an itty bitty kitchen and bathroom.
What I love most about this apartment is also what drives me crazy – the complete and utter lack of space. Whatever we do, we’re right on top of each other. But on the upside – it’s sometimes absolutely perfect. We spent the whole day together, with no distractions and it was delightful. Jess and Sam got into a couple little squabbles, but mostly, it was just really nice. I love that my little family gets along so well. There really is this unique chemistry when we’re all together.
The family I came from isn’t quite as blissful, and I treasure this peace and tranquility so much more because of that. Long hours, reading together, watching movies and cuddling – I hope that we’re always as happy together as we are right now. I know that they’ll grow up, and spending a lazy afternoon bumming around the living room won’t always be enough for them – but right now, it’s perfect š
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