There are some habits that are hard to break.
One of which is Saturday Night's bedtime. All week I wait for Shabbat to catch up on my sleep. So what do I do as soon as Shabbat comes? Sleep late, take a nap, and then on Saturday night....go to sleep at 2:00a.m. And what happens on sunday morning? I'm tired again. Go figure.
The other ritual is food--I start out on Friday thinking "wow, I still have a full fridge/pantry.....I don't think that I need to go shopping next week". And by the time everyone's done eating, noshing and hoarding to take back with them for the coming week, I'm back to making my shopping list.
We had great guests staying in our guest room over Shabat. Nice family from Los Angeles. I did some laundry for them this evening and assured them that if I hung it out tonight it would be ready by tomorrow morning. Then, I took in the laundry that I'd hung out yesterday afternoon and noticed that it was NOT dry. So theirs won't be either, tomorrow.
I had a "Tzfat moment" on Thursday. I was sitting in the post office waiting for my turn, along with another half a dozen people. It was taking awhile and one of the ladies who was waiting decided to say her afternoon prayers while waiting. So she stood quietly on the side and prayed. In the meantime her turn came up and everyone noticed that she was missing her turn, but they were all aware of why. So someone else went in her place, and as soon as she was done everyone readjusted their turns so that she could get back in line.
The news reports are sounding optimistic that Gilad Shalit, the soldier who's been held captive by Hamas in Gaza will get out this week after three years of captivity. I'm sorry to say that I didn't have the same understanding of the trauma when Ron Arad or any of the other soldiers were missing years ago, but now, having had a son who served in the army and having "been there" as a worried mother, I felt differently about Gilad Shalit, as though he was the son of us all. His family is amazing....they kept up the pressure on the government relentlessly. Please let this be the week that he comes home.