Tag Archive | Children

Alert: The Benefit Of Wasting Time

There is, apparently, true benefit to the fact that I start each morning off on the computer.  Until now, I have felt guilty about wasting time.  No longer.

I opened Janglo and saw some news that saved me a lot of stress and heartache: We are having a drill today at 12:30pm, and another one at 7:05pm – the first evening drill that I remember.

I hate these.  They are necessary, and I am glad that we are having one – but I really, truly hate them.  Because for one split second, I get scared.  I have to turn off the fight-or-flight reaction mechanism in my brain.  And if I don’t turn it off immediately, I stay in fight-or-flight mode for the rest of the day.  But remembering to turn it off within one split second is really tough.

Last time there was a drill, Yitzchak called me right aftewards to make sure I knew everything was okay.  I had actually forgotten about the drill, and got worked up for nothing.  (Maybe you remember that . . .)  Between then and now, we have had a few remembrance sirens.  However, I knew they were coming and mentally prepared myself.  So, even though I didn’t remember that it was a remembrance siren at first, I forced my fight-or-flight reactor to wait a minute before going off.  I am going to try the same thing today.  Luckily for me, I will only have to deal with one of them on my own, because Yitzchak comes home around 17:30 (oops, I mean, 5:30pm).  The evening siren, unusual in that it is in the evening, I will be able to deal with better when Yitzchak is beside me.

Unluckily for me, the afternoon siren will catch me with a toddler and two babies.  There is no way I can do “pretend” and take them down to the bomb shelter (or safe room, whatever you want to call it) without a lot of effort.  Obviously, if it were real, I would do it.  But if it’s not real – let sleeping babies (and toddlers) sleep.  I think if it were real, I would do the following: We have a minute and a half.  Put my shoes on, put Shlomo’s shoes on, grab my key and  my phone.  Then, either:

1) One baby in a sling, Shlomo in one arm and the second baby in the other;

2) a baby in each arm and Shlomo walks with me (he will run ahead of me if he thinks we are going somewhere exciting);

3) find someone going my way and pawn a baby off on them;

4) grab all three of them and carry them down with my arms wrapped around all of them (this is my least favorite).

You are probably asking why there are two drills today.  The most probable answer is: To test people when they are at work or school, and then again when they are all at home.  It is a good idea; most drills happen during work or school hours, and thus there are many families who are unprepared.

And here’s something funny: As I was typing this post, I got a call from mother #2, to tell me that she’s not coming today.  So in the end, I will have one kid for each arm during the siren.  Should I go down or not?  I guess that depends on who is sleeping at the time.

Travels of My Pillow (And Blanket)

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Two and a half hours later, Yitzchak walks in to get our pajamas.  (We have a one-bedroom apartment.  Hopefully, that will change in the summer.)

“Did you give Shlomo your pillow?” he asks.

“Does he have my pillow?”

Yes, he does.  Shlomo has my pillow and – unnoticed to Yitzchak – my blanket.  How?  I guess he reached out of his crib and managed somehow to grab them off my bed and drag them into his.  The pillow isn’t surprising – one end of his crib meets the head of my bed, with a few inches between them.  The blanket – I have no idea how he got.

But there he was, sleeping on his pillow and an inch of mine, with my pillow almost standing straight up behind his head.  And my blanket?  Between his knees, covering only the lower part of his legs.  I guess it helped him fall asleep.

It was such a cute picture, but I didn’t want to risk waking Shlomo up.  Oh, well.

My only question is:  Is the interest in my pillow because he doesn’t like his?  Or because my pillow is mine?

Groceries and Diapers

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Late yesterday afternoon, Shlomo asked Yitzchak for a nap – and Yitzchak put him into his crib.  Yes, Yitzchak, I know Shlomo wants a nap – he asked me two and a half hours ago.  But, he’s not that tired, and if we want him to go to sleep early, he shouldn’t nap now.  No matter, what’s done is done – no reason to make a big fuss.

We needed to buy diapers.  A few months ago, the brand that we usually buy changed their pattern.  With that change, the amount that the diaper absorbed also changed – for the worse.  Then, almost a month ago, when we had only one diaper left, I asked a neighbor to pick up diapers for us when she went out (obviously, I said I would pay her back), and because she didn’t find our usual brand, she bought a different one.  My neighbor picked up two packages, and they worked great.  So great, in fact, that we decided to only buy this brand from now on.  The problem?  Not every store carries them.  After Yitzchak had checked three stores, I looked at the company’s website. There I found a list of stores that carry their brand.  One of them was out of the way, but close enough to be worthwhile.

The connection between the first two paragraphs?  We were running out of diapers; Shlomo wasn’t going to go to sleep at his bedtime.  So, I decided that we should do our grocery shopping at Rami Levy, instead of Osher Ad (where we usually go).  And how, exactly, do we do grocery shopping?

Well, I’ve decided that we go to the store too often, and would save time and money by following a menu plan . . . and doing supermarket shopping once every two weeks (excluding milk, which almost always expires a week after you buy it).

For vegetables, fruits, legumes, and grains (not grain products, grains themselves), we go to the shuk.  Yitzchak studies next to the shuk, so buying whatever we need from there is not an issue.  For everything else, we go to the supermarket, once every two weeks.  It hasn’t worked out perfectly – sometimes I go only after three weeks – but it’s going okay, and hopefully will get better.

We went to the store.  We did our grocery shopping, and our diaper shopping.  We did end up coming back later than we wanted to, but on the other hand, Shlomo went to sleep right away.  And we all know that either he would’ve stayed awake playing, or stayed awake in his crib complaining.  At least we avoided that and used our time for something . . . right?

Ditching the Pacifier – For Good

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Earlier, I told the story of what had happened when the pacifier got forgotten.  Then I mentioned (I think) that the pacifier was only being used for naps and bedtime.  Well, that has changed.  Today.  This morning.  Just now.

Shlomo was playing (right after he woke up), and when I got up and looked at him, pacifier was gone.  I spent a lot of the time between then and now looking for Mr. Pacifier.  No luck.  I asked Shlomo where it was, because Shlomo usually knows where he put stuff, and where it landed, was thrown, or dropped.  No luck there, either.

Then I looked at the time.  It was 11:15.  We read a book, we checked his diaper, we looked for his pacifier again.  Then I held him, sang to him, and put him in his crib (at about 11:30).  As of right now, at 12:13, he is still awake.  He cried some, he screamed some, he tried to play with me some.  I held him some, I explained the situation to him, I walked out, he cried for a few minutes, and I walked back in.

To be fair, this is not the fault of only the pacifier.  It is also my fault – because I put him for a nap when he still had energy to play.  I knew what was coming, what would have happened if we had had the pacifier, and what probably would happen (and did) now that it is lost.  But I put him in his crib anyways, because napping from 12:30 until 3:30 just doesn’t work.  That’s what happened yesterday.  And even though Shlomo went to bed at bedtime (6:30/7:00), he was awake and talking to himself until about 10:00pm.  Which is not okay, and not good.  Which means he had a shorter night, and needs a longer nap, or an earlier nap.  So, that’s what I gave him.  Now, he is exhausted.  But he still doesn’t want to go to sleep.  He wants me to play with him.  So, I am letting him cry for a few minutes, and then I will go back in.  I’m not playing games.  If he wants help relaxing, fine.  If he wants to play, he can be by himself.

And the pacifier?  Well, they come two in a pack.  #1 tore a couple weeks ago.  #2, which he was using, tore a couple days ago, in a different, less problematic, spot, but we were still using it.  And now it’s lost.  I put #1 in the garbage already.  Since he lost #2, I don’t have it.  No matter what, I will not have it, at least not until he wakes up from his nap and we go out.  Maybe not until Yitzchak gets home at 5:30pm.  So, no pacifier.

And, in order to not waste this tantrum today, there are no more pacifiers.  If and when we find it, it will go in the garbage (because it is torn).  In the meantime, we can look forward to a few difficult nights, and a few [hopefully] less difficult naps.  So, wish us luck.  We will need it.

I just hope that Shlomo won’t substitute his fingers or his duck’s wing, because those habits are worse and longer-lasting than a pacifier.  Please, G-d, please.  Let the sucking thing end, he’s almost at the end of the stage, anyways.

Update: Right now it is 12:40pm.  I think Shlomo is just falling asleep.  You think I’ll manage to run some errands when he wakes up?