The funeral on Friday for the young woman was exceedingly difficult. As have been the shivas, the mini-services at the family's home in the week following the funeral. I come home and hug my kids tighter.
Speaking of my kids, Xander is doing better. I think. Ari alternates very quickly between being utterly adorable and creative and amazing to wanting to yell at him and put him on time-out until he's 10. And Connor is finally night-weaned, hooray, he only nurses once a day now, in the morning. He even slept from 8pm-3am straight last night!
Today was the first real day off I've had since I've moved here, where I didn't spend the day away from temple unpacking something. (Though since I lead shiva, the "full day off" label was a misnomer.) But I had fun doing something uncharacteristic - I went to the outlet mall! I fixed my watch, fixed my eyeglasses, bought X's uniform clothes from The Children's Place since it was a 4th of July sale, and decided that as my previous two Target handbags have fallen apart, I should consider it part of my professional wardrobe to get a nice one. So I bought an insanely expensive black professional-looking handbook at half the retail cost, which was still more insanely expensive than I thought would have been possible.
What else? Coral Springs has a distinct lack of charging stations for our Leaf (we're not in California anymore, Toto!), so we bit the bullet and installed a quick charger in our garage. It's amazing. Instead of taking 29 hours to fully charge the car, it now takes 2.
It was much more cost-effective, and better learning, to hire a private swim instructor to come to our house than to pay 3 tuitions at the swim club, and have to abide by their schedule with each kid in a different class. We found the downside today: the swim club has an indoor pool. We, obviously, do not. The instructor cancelled today's lesson because of the "lightning alarm," the siren that went off in the area telling everyone to get out of their pools, lightning was spotted within 3 miles and you don't want to be electrocuted. I'd never known such an alarm existed before I moved here.
My office still isn't finished and it's bugging me, grr. One more cabinet needs to be moved in and then I can unpack the last box. And have I mentioned that we're missing my beautiful tree of life tapestry that Cathe made me? I'm so sad. I have the moving company tasked to find it, and I don't want to put anything up on the walls until it's for sure I'm not getting it back.
Oh yes, and 4th of July has like a gig of pictures. I'll upload them eventually, promise.
Lilah tov, nighty-night.
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