I read a couple of my previous posts about Passover in past years and was amazed at how clean and organized I was and how not tired I was to clean the holy hell out of my apartment.
This year, I went Kosher Lite. Taking care of an infant involves not being able to clean your house for a wide variety of reasons:
- You’re tired as fuck.
- Your entire body aches from handling said infant for hours on end (that is an aching back, hips, legs, arms, neck…)
- You’re taking care of an infant and don’t have time for things like living your life, much less cleaning your house.
- Cleaning products produce toxic fumes that are dangerous to the baby and to nursing mothers.
- Your house gets dirty again within a couple of hours by which time you really couldn’t give a flying fuck.
And so it was that this year, my mom helped me out by cleaning the cupboards and the home appliances I NEVER clean, like the oven and the fridge.
My husband also did a bunch of cleaning. In fact, with his rubber gloves, a bucket in one hand and a sponge in the other, he would have made a perfect model for one of those “female porn” calendars. Such a cutie!
I still tried to do my part – washing the dishes and replacing them with kosher for Passover ones. But then I went back to the couch and resumed nursing my kid. I don’t really do much else. Frankly, I love nursing my kid so much that I prefer doing that more than anything else – writing, reading, watching TV, and definitely more than cleaning my house.
Anyway, the holiday provides no rest. Going back and forth from here to Be’er Sheva is a drag for my kid and her parents who would rather stay home where it’s quiet and comfy and dirty.
Peace, love and I’m at the office, missing my kid