Someone asked me about my Mamad status and Mental State for research purposes. I told her, no mamad, we go to the miklat across the street. Husband takes the big kids, I take the baby and a carrier when I have time. Correction: I always bring the baby, but the carrier is contingent on time. Mental State: Back and forth between Maniacal Laughter and What-is-going-on-Confusion. But, we don’t have time for despair, so that’s good. In general, I am not one for despair, but I can

"Chooka chooka chooka BEEEEP" Another warning woke her up. She placed her pre wrapped Sprkly Hetzi over her bun, tucking in the sides of her hair and smooshing to the shape of her head. Then her shoes, a baby carrier, a baby, and a jacket/scarf. Her husband rallies the "big kids", aged three and six, in the other room. They walk downstairs, speaking clearly and gently so that the kids know where they are and mirror behaviors somehow. The neighbors emerge from their homes, an