It’s all about me!

It’s all about me!

Mother’s Day and my birthday have always been my two favorite days of the year. Of course this stems from my poor self-esteem and middle-child syndrome. Those two days are the only days when I can actually think that maybe I “deserve” recognition for anything and everything that I do for my family.

I will be the first to admit that I am not an easy person to live with, but I do try my best to make sure that everyone is always taken care of. Of course, the only person who lives at home now is Husband #1, but that is a whole separate issue.

As I have mentioned before, he is a Rangers fan. 1994 was a great year for him because the Rangers won the Stanley Cup (and we started dating and got engaged, but the New York Rangers thing trumps even that, and I am totally okay with Husband #1 having those sentiments. After all, the last time the Stanley Cup had gone to the Rangers was 1940).

In any event, the Rangers are in the playoffs now. Husband #1 tapes the games (I know it isn’t called “taping” anymore, but whatever) so he can watch them after he goes to shul or learns (and he wonders why we have three Oreos). So he is watching the game, which has now gone into double overtime, and I am on the phone.

All of a sudden, Husband #1 makes a noise that I have never heard him make before. It was a blood-curdling scream/grunt/indescribable sound that made the house shake. The person on the other end of the phone got scared and said, “Is everything all right? What was that sound?” “Oh that?” I replied. “The Rangers must have just won the game.”

There really was no point in sharing that story with you. I guess I did it because I had mentioned that Husband #1 is the only person currently living with me. If the boys had been here, and it was 10 years earlier, Son #3 would have been equally ecstatic because, he too, is a Rangers fan, and Sons 1 and 2 probably would would have jumped on him because they are New Jersey Devils fans like their Pa was…

Back to Mother’s Day. Baked by Melissa is a company that makes bite-size cupcakes. It’s a genius idea, because even a skinny person (I am guessing) would eat them, or, at least, eat one. For the purpose of this column, we will say that 25 Baked by Melissa cupcakes equals one regular-sized cupcake. It has an incredible marketing team, because I saw something on Instagram about its Mother’s Day cupcake arrangement, and I was sold. Not one to be shy about something I want, I posted my request on our family’s group chat. Thank God, I received my delicious gift on Friday, which Husband #1 picked up after work. (When you order them online, they come sealed with kosher certification. They are not cholov yisroel, so I didn’t have to worry about sharing them with my Oreos.)

Of course Husband #1 told me how tired he was because there was so much traffic getting to the mall to pick up said cupcakes. He isn’t easy to live with either, so we are even. He also bought me beautiful flowers, so here I am, publicly giving him credit where credit is due.

Apparently, in the yeshivish world, the world in which my children are currently living, every day is Mother’s Day, so they do not celebrate it. That is also for a whole different discussion. I made sure to wish my sons’ wives’ mothers a happy Mother’s Day, thanking them for giving my sons their amazing daughters. Again, as a boy-mom, I am doing the best I can.

I got to FaceTime with Strudel and her sister and Zoom with Danish and her mother and I made myself a delicious onion and cauliflower frittata, which I was very proud of, and I sent pictures of it to several of my loved ones. Yes, I have issues, but don’t we all?

Banji Ganchrow of Teaneck’s heart breaks for the moms of the hostages, and she needed to address it, because our happiness cannot be complete until they are all home.

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