Weekend life of a rabbi

This has been a lovely whirlwind of a weekend.

Friday night was the last evening service I led at temple, and it was so nice, somebody new asked if I was a cantor, and not a rabbi, because they thought I had such a good voice!  Talk about a compliment. :)

Saturday morning started off fine, with a protein-packed breakfast and then a Jamba Juice on the way to Torah study.  Torah study was great.  The first quarter of the morning service was great.  Then I got completely dizzy, sweaty, and shaky, and had to sit down.  One congregant ran to get me a glass of water, and another handed me a candy during silent prayer, saying my blood sugar had probably crashed after the Jamba Juice.  I led the rest of the service fine, I think, just sitting down except for the Torah reading.  And everyone was so nice and kind, but I felt badly, I know they definitely weren't having such a spiritual experience because they kept being worried I was going to faint on the bima!  I let go of the guilt and was just grateful, especially when someone insisted on driving me home, where I then proceeded to crash for two hours.

I only woke up because another congregant called, whose husband was on her deathbed.  So I got all dressed up again and went out to say the Vidui, the confessional prayer often said before death.  That was amazingly fulfilling, actually, and I was so glad I was able to be there for that family.

I got home around dinner time, ate with the kids, played, put them to bed with Jonathan, and then it was game night!  Jonathan and I and two friends played Munchkin, a role-playing Dungeons-and-Dragons like game without all the boring combat.  It was more fun than I thought it would be.  And I got them all to promise to play Rummikub with me next time, so score!

Today started off by the kids climbing up onto our bed at 6:30am, as usual, and us saying, as usual, "Does the clock say 7:00? Go find something to do until it says 7."  And then... miracle of miracles... we woke up again at 8:30am.  God bless Netflix, Dinosaur Train, a four year-old who knows how to access it, and the small yogurt cups we keep on the low refrigerator shelf for self-sufficient weekend breakfasts.

A couple hours later we headed out to Placerville, so Jonathan could fix Tante Edna and Uncle John's computer.  Thankfully, that only took him about 15 minutes, and then we all went to lunch with Auntie Lois, Mike, and John.  After hanging out there for the afternoon we came home, where I tried to make a phone call (shout-out to Nicole L)... but kept being kid-interrupted so was cut short. Then more playtime and dinner, until Xander said he was feeling sick and went to bed early, and Ari followed shortly.

So now?  I'm searching Craigslist for more casual maternity clothes, printing out coupons for Wolverine for Jonathan's birthday on Tuesday, and will soon zone out to a movie.

Life is good.