Yesterday, as we began our walk home from Shabbat morning services, my friend, Father Goof, remarked that the adult:kid ratio was way off for my house that afternoon! He was right, but, thankfully, it worked out well.
I had 6 boys, aged 7-12, and three dogs (we were keeping our friends’ pair of golden-doodles for the day). And just one adult – Me – since the Dear Husband is out of town for the weekend

Yes, there was plenty of noise in the house, and a lot of moving bodies, both two-legged and four-legged.

But I actually had a more restful and productive shabbat afternoon than I’ve had in a long time. I sat in the dining room and practiced my choir music and the chapter I will be chanting from Megillat Ester, on Purim, which is only the weeks away (actually less). I might actually have it learned this year, better than in past years! What a notion.

So, it’s a new week, and I feel well rested.

Shavua Tov. Gut woch. Have a good week!