The past couple of days have been a little loaded emotionally since Shira left. I think it’s to be expected that when one gets quality time with family and then it ends, one thinks about the importance of having family around and how hard it is to be far away. It is also understandable that one would start thinking (again) about unborn children and the experience of bringing said children into the world in a foreign country, wondering if it would be better to do it one’s home turf. So then one may end up wanting to go home and get settled into life there, as the great big Unknown of sticking it out here is way too scary. In case you happen to be on tranquilizers at the moment and didn’t get the above reference, “one” would be me, in this case stirred up into an emotion- and hormone-fueled thinkfest.

So that’s what I’ve been up to, mentally, at least. Physically, I’ve been seeing my tutor, going to my classes and figuring out a new nap schedule for Yonah, since he has shifted himself from one nap a day to two without consulting me first. I am actually quite opposed to this new development since it cheats me out of my afternoon nap, which I desperately need, and Yonah ends up having a mini-meltdown every afternoon around 4:45. I have resorted to putting him in front of Sesame Street for half an hour so he will stop freaking out, something I promised myself I would never do. I am trying not to feel like a failure for copping out but I comfort myself by remembering that he’s actually learning something.

My brain is a bit fried this morning so I am going to cut off here and perhaps pick up later. Wishing you all a good day and an easy Thanksgiving hangover.