The almost last straw was Thursday night when my daughter let me know she needed a kilo (2.2lbs) of challah dough since they were braiding challah at school Friday. That meant that I needed to make challah dough Friday morning and bake her challahs after she got home from school before we could leave.
It really was a bracha, I made a full (2.5kilo/5lb) batch of dough and made what she didn't need into kokosh cakes and cinnamon rolls which we brought with us.
Shabbos morning when we discovered that the kitchen was locked I had plenty of cake and cinnamon rolls to share, as well as the grape juice we brought from home just in case. As usual, the frustration was really a blessing, and not just for me, for many other hungry children and women as well.
Driving lessons and PT are going fine. I am exhausted but getting out every day is good for me. I am living in a haze from being so tired, but it is still good.
My helper hasn't shown up for a month and a half, so the house is starting to fall apart. I need to find someone new desperately. I certainly can't count on the lady I had to help change beds, organize the girls room with them or do any of the other house keeping jobs I needed her for.
Today she didn't show up, she didn't call and she didn't answer her phone when I called.
I can't do everything. As it is I am doing too much. The great thing is, I am too tired to care much that the house isn't as I would generally like it.
Next week is my Beit Natan retreat for women with cancer. I am looking forward to it. I will be getting there on my own, by train, since the bus leaves Monday morning at 9am and I have an oncologist appointment Monday morning at 9:45 which I was not able to change. I love the train though. It is quiet, comfortable and the views are breath taking.
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