Today, Orli innocently said to me, "Mommy, when are we going shopping for school supplies?"
After I was revived I cried, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY ORLI???"
Really, now. Her mentioning this is akin to talking about Pesach (the word makes me shudder) in February. Is it really necessary to bring up such unpleasant memories while we are on our Chofesh HaGadol [big vacation]? I'm still working, but I consider it a vacation if I don't have to drag three teens (well Orli's not a teen yet, but that's just splitting hairs) out of bed, prepare their lunches and (please pass the smelling salts) help them with homework.
To compound matters, this morning the nice DJ on the radio announced that it is "the end of the beginning of the chofesh hagadol". Who asked you, I muttered and quickly changed the station.
People, listen to me. There is no reason to rush life along--we'll all get to the end soon enough. No reason to start counting down to Christmas on Halloween, Pesach on Tu B'shvat and school in July. And so I announce to you that I will not start looking at knapsacks, spiral notebooks, pens, markers, and other assorted supplies before the fifteenth of August, at the earliest.
Do you hear that, Orli-imposter? Now give me back my child.
I now return to my regular vacation position.
Stop bothering me I'm still on vacation
The Stuff That Lasts, Part Deux
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