Weekend Wonders – Part One

As I sit down to write this the clock shows 4.39 pm, on Sunday evening. I am alone in my apartment. An hour ago there were seven children here between the ages of 6 and 13, and my partner in crime – the delectable King of Diamonds. My princes went to go spend time this evening with their other parent, and the KoD has taken his prince and princesses back to Monsey (which for them, unfortunately, means back to school tomorrow. Sigh.)


This has been a phenomenal weekend in many ways. We continued the bonding process – bonding with each others kids is very important, but it is also important for all the children to make some kind of a connection.


The KoD and his court arrived early Friday morning, and the pace didn’t really slow down until just now. The only peace there was came at night when the kids were all asleep. I cannot wait until we are married, because then I won’t have to send KoD out to sleep somewhere else. It was cold and icy and I felt bad for him having to leave in order to go to sleep. 


We spent Friday getting ready for Shabbat – I tried to run some errands in the morning which proved frustrating as no stores were opening until 1pm. The kosher grocery store was open, but their prices are sky high and their selection minimal at best. So we made do. I took the two princesses to the store with me – can I just say how much I loved that? Girls are totally different. We bumped into some people that I knew and some of them did a double take on seeing me with girl children. That was kinda cool.


Back at the apartment the aroma of Shabbat food was awesome. KoD had never tasted my chicken soup and had been promised that it was definitely something worth savouring. My matzah balls just add to the experience. He was amazed at the size of my enamel soup pot – and even more surprised that I expected the soup to be finished. I think as of now there are maybe 4 bowls left….I made schnitzel and salads, there was gefilte fish, I baked cookies, I baked challah (served it warm Friday night – was yummy) and I baked my world famous pie cake for dessert. (recipes for some things to follow).


At one point i realised we had run out of eggs. So I asked my KoD to run out and get me a couple of dozen. After half an hour he still wasn’t back, and i started to get worried. I had sent Prince Pigeon with him to make sure he knew where to go, so i knew he couldn’t be lost. Another 10 minutes rolled by and they casually strolled in, calling out a “heya” as they entered. I was ready to be a little naggy (i can do that, occasionally) – i needed the eggs, what took you so long etc – when KoD presented me with a GORGEOUS bouquet of flowers – long stemmed roses and other flowers that i cannot name. I was stunned into silence. I know – me, silent??!! i was so touched. I have the flowers in my bedroom now, and every time i look at them I am overwhelmed with awe at how much my man loves and cares for me. (and yes, they did remember the eggs)


We got everyone showered and changed and dressed for Shabbat, KoD ran out to where he was staying to do the same, leaving me with all seven kids for half an hour. I didn’t panic – they were wii-ing or playing or something and for the whole weekend seemed to not need us until the phone rang or until we actually wanted to have two minutes of “alone” time. Yeah, alone time – with a house full of kids. Pshaw!!  Every time we sat down in the kitchen to have a coffee together (in frum dating – this qualifies as alone time) – there was someone needing Abba or Ima.


So the menfolk went to shul after we all lit Chanukah and Shabbat candles, and I was hoping to be able to grab a nap on the sofa while they were there, as per my usual Friday night tradition when the boys are with me. I, however, had two little princesses here keeping me company – my eyes didn’t get to do more than flutter closed a time or two, until 10 minutes before the men came home. BUT it was so fun. I showed the girls some photo albums – pictures of my boys when they were babies etc.  They asked me lots of questions about life and stuff – I played with their hair, we had some snuggles. Princess Sparkles – the 6 year old – is just a divine cuddler and such a happy little girl. Her face is so full of life and love – she is just a little bundle of sunlight.  Princess Starlight is ten, and full of questions, has a wonderful thirst for knowledge about life. For a ten year old she is extremely perceptive – and she is amazingly bright. Some points during the weekend I caught her looking at me and her father with such a twinkle in her eye. I think she has an old soul – that’s what makes sense to me.


The menfolk came home, and we convened around my suddenly too small dining room table. We actually managed to seat everyone without having too many arguments and fights over who wanted to sit next to us. I sat to the right of my King – and together we gazed lovingly over our accumulation of children. The meal was lively – and everyone really enjoyed the food too. KoD was amazed with my chicken soup – and my matzah balls were so light and fluffy – just the way he likes them. (Glad I got that right!!)


After we cleared away the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen there was a few knocks on the door. First it was my bestest forever friend Lady DiddlieDee (DD) and her husband Sir Curlsalot and their Princess Blondie. (Princess Blondie and my Prince Puffin have been engaged to be married for almost 3 years. They are adorable together. I really would be thrilled if it worked out long term – great family, I like the parents…..). Then Chocolate/Vanilla (CV) showed up to bring us some more excellent sunshine. At this point I was serving dessert, but DD and CV upon hearing that I had made soup just had to help themselves to a bowl or two. Some of my sons joined them. Yes folks, apparently it IS that good. (Z! – perhaps a testimonial here from you would convince the people out there?). it was still early in the evening – around 8pm – and it was a lively household.


Knock Knock jokes were being made in a major way by Princess Starlight and her handsome brother Prince Dreamy (he is 9, and oh so sweet and delightful, and so very polite and loving). The next Knock wasn’t so funny. We live in an apartment building, and the majority of the building’s residents are aged. There are not that many families here with children, and I think we may be the only family with more than 3. My downstairs neighbours perpetually complain about our noise, which given that the kids are at school most of the day, and not home one weekend in two, well, it really isn’t that unreasonable. They are boys, and they do run in the corridor, even when I ask them repeatedly not to. Kids have to be kids, and I refuse to make my kids feel guilty for breathing. I am respectful of other people – and when I feel my kids are being too noisy I do put a stop to it.


So 8 pm, Friday night, the day after Christmas – goodwill to all men and all that – Mr Downstairs’s son politely asked me to keep the noise down, he and his brother are trying to study, and by the way can we keep the kids quiet tomorrow morning too? I told him I would do my best, which I did.  Obviously me repeatedly telling the kids to tiptoe, not to run, was not good enough because later on Saturday the super was asked to come up to complain to me. He actually apologized for having to speak to me – he understands that boys are boys and you can’t wrap em up and stick em in a closet, he also knew that we had company in town, and he also understands that Mr Downstairs is a hypersensitive person who doesn’t understand that I am the best mother in the world, with very polite and well behaved children. Last time Mr D came up to complain he yelled at me in French that I was a terrible mother, who had no control over her kids, and that he was a great father and he would never let his kids behave the way mine do. (that’s why the day after Christmas they are both holed up in their bedrooms studying just so that they don’t have to spend time with the pater familias……ooh boy I am riled up!) So the super Super said what he was asked to say, and we moved on. I have stopped warning the kids about running in the apartment – it doesn’t make a lick of difference to the downstairs people, so why should I break my head?


So that was a little blip on an otherwise awesome evening! After a while our guests bade us goodbye and went on their merry way, stomachs full and spirits overflowing with love. By 1030 we had all the little people tucked up in bed – surprisingly enough they didn’t give us too much of a hard time. I think all that playing and eating had totally tuckered them out. Getting good night hugs and kisses from 7 children totally rocks – hearing KoDs kids say “I love you Hadassah” – well, that made my hear swell even bigger.


After a while we went into the rooms to check that the kids were sleeping – I love just standing at the doorway and staring at my sleeping children, seeing their sweet innocence shine through as they sleep.


Vayehee Erev Veyehee Voker Yom Rishon…….to be continued


read part two here.

read part three here.

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  1. G6 says:

    Enjoy the moments – both big and small!
    May this be the beginning of many more joyous FAMILY weekends.

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