Well, Liat informed us she had a Shabbat Ulpana (when the entire grade goes away for the weekend) and Tali told us she had a Shabbat Bnei Akiva (youth movement weekend). When Orli heard this, she said, "Whoa, I think I'll sleep at a friend's house, if you don't mind."
So, yes, Isaac and I had a weekend sans kids. All snickering aside, it wasn't as fun as I thought it was going to be.
Don't get me wrong, it was very relaxing. VERY.
But last night, as Shabbat was about to start, Isaac wished me a Shabbat Shalom, and left for synagogue. I went to light the candles, and the house was silent. I have to admit I had a moment there. A moment of panic. A glimpse into the future. A subdued home. And I didn't like it.
On several other rare occasions we've been alone, without the children. The stars align and they are all away for Shabbat. But with Liat turning sixteen soon, I sometimes feel like I'm hurtling into the future. When those stars align and all are away, I like it alot less than I used to.
Still, Isaac and I both had a good laugh when we sat down to eat. Because I shouted, "YOUR TURN TO DO THE DISHES!!! CALLED IT!!!!" And he immediately responded, "YOU CAN'T CALL THAT!!! I DID THEM LAST WEEK! IT'S YOUR TURN!!"
Glimpsing the future aside, it really was a nice weekend. After all, we have to live in the present, don't we?
Breaking a basic blogging rule by not knowing exactly what the focus of these musings will be. All I know is that I miss writing and am looking forward to finding my blogging voice again. Bear with me as I muddle through.