As you have probably noticed, there was no 80s Music Video Sunday today, and I’m guessing that some of you are a bit disappointed. We were away for the weekend and only returned a few hours ago, and though I could probably cobble something together, I’ve decided not to post, given that Memorial Day for Fallen Soldiers and Victims of Terror begins Sunday evening in Israel, and it just seems wrong to post a peppy little 80s song on such a solemn occasion. This is the first year since I moved to Israel more than 15 years ago that I’ve not been there to commemorate Memorial Day or to celebrate Israel’s Independence Day, which begins Monday evening at sundown, and it feels strange. We will, however, be going to an Israeli Independence Day celebration tomorrow at the local Jewish community center, and Memorial Day will be noted as well.
We’ve generally been having a good trip, and as usual, there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to return to Israel later this week. The Little One (who has tried my patience on almost a daily basis) is speaking mostly in English these days, albeit with an Israeli accent. We spent the weekend visiting with my brother and his family, and the Little One managed to utterly charm his young cousins, one of whom could not stop talking about how cute he was (she called him “cutie buns”) and how all she wanted to do was to hold him and squeeze him. It was all rather adorable, and he kept crying her name for a good part of the trip back home to Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
We’ve seen lots of animals and reptiles (mostly in various aquariums and other such establishments), played in the majority of playgrounds around the city, eaten rather well (the Little One immensely enjoyed the boneless spareribs after we told him that it was chicken), and done a fair amount of shopping (though of course, there’s more to be done).
Oh, and I’m very, very tired. I’ve also developed an even greater respect for stay-at-home- and single parents. I don’t know how you do it folks. I love my son to bits, but if I had to do this all the time, I think I’d lose it. I’m absolutely full of admiration for people who can do this, and a bit frustrated because I know I can’t. As much as I’d like to stay here, I’m really looking forward to getting back to my husband and allowing him to spend some quality time with the Little One, while allowing me to spend some quality time with myself.
In any event, it is now nearly 9pm, and I’ve got phone calls to make and a small child to bathe. This week will be hectic, but normal blogging will resume next week.
I’m currently trying to entertain my daughter with the offerings of Eastern Europe. Wonders such as Hagia Sofia are just meaningless to a three year old who only wanted to talk about The Little Mermaid at the moment. She’s loving the travelling but not impressed with buildings of an age she simply can’t comprehend. And there’s no escaping as it’s just the two of us.
Can’t wait to hear more about your trip!
my hubby just spent a week in Spain with our 7 year old girl. Just the two of them. We knew nothing about the place, which is an apt owned by his place of work. It was far from everything, and it was cold and rainy all week. No swimming, a girl who complained about being bored and not wanting to walk any more… quite a challenge! it isn’t always easy traveling with young ones. I think they played inconceivable amounts of crazy eights and go fish!
חג עצמאות שמח!!!
Glad you are having a good time, and I hope you have a pleasant and pain free trip home.
Thanks for the nod to us stay-at-homes! It is a bit easier when you do it all the time – you just make sure your expectations are really low – such as taking a shower in private, or an hour without screams.
Lots of videos help too.
That’s OK, we didn’t expect 80s Sunday this week 🙂 Enjoy the rest of your trip!