Mrs Giyoret Hosts Her First Seder
The day begins at 6:30, when my husband, who'd taken the day off to help make the Seder, hurries off to work because he forgot to do an important thing. Le sigh. But it's okay. I forget enough important things myself.
Next up is tzimmes, followed by an exciting round of Hunt the Haggadot. I win the tzimmes round, but I lose the haggadot round. I hope my husband can find them when he makes it back from work. (I think he "tidied them up" while he was cleaning the living room last weekend in preparation for today. He is a marvelous husband.)
And at Seder time there is chaos. Guests arrive late and in waves, with lots of food they didn't sign up to bring. And they bring new items for the seder plate. And I forget to orient everyone on how to use the haggadot, so there is confusion all night long.
But we struggle through, from the strait places to freedom, giggling all night long. (The Plague Masks help with the giggling.)
Dayenu!
Next up is tzimmes, followed by an exciting round of Hunt the Haggadot. I win the tzimmes round, but I lose the haggadot round. I hope my husband can find them when he makes it back from work. (I think he "tidied them up" while he was cleaning the living room last weekend in preparation for today. He is a marvelous husband.)
And at Seder time there is chaos. Guests arrive late and in waves, with lots of food they didn't sign up to bring. And they bring new items for the seder plate. And I forget to orient everyone on how to use the haggadot, so there is confusion all night long.
But we struggle through, from the strait places to freedom, giggling all night long. (The Plague Masks help with the giggling.)
Dayenu!
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