Last night we had a sleep-related once-in-a-toddlerhood (I assume anyway) experience. You see, Buzz fell asleep at 5pm as we drove home from The FamBily House. We carried him inside, not being particularly careful to be gentle, and dumped him in his bed when he was still fast asleep. At 8pm we sat around staring at each other incredulously waiting for him to wake up. We enjoyed a quiet romantic dinner together - eating whatever we wanted from our plates without fear of a small person demanding the choicest bits. Then we watched a whole lot of tv (we have a lot to catch up on ever since falling behind while Z was in miluim). Buzz woke up at a little after 10pm - he drank down half of a bottle then promptly fell back asleep. He slept in his bed until 4:30am, when he showed up in our room and crawled into our bed. He tried to get us to play get when we didn't respond and the sun wasn't up yet he accepted the fact that it was still nighttime - and went back to sleep until 6AM!!!
See if you can follow this - On Monday when Z went out there they sent him to pay a fee on the land in an office on the other side of the yishuv. The other office had given him a receipt of payment - HOWEVER (in classic Israeli bureaucratic fashion) the receipt did not suffice as 'confirmation' from the office - the 'stamp of approval' required could only be obtained when a specific person comes into the office (which he only does on Thursdays) then the signed paper would need to pass through random secretaries hands until Monday, just because, and finally it would either be mailed to or personally picked up by us and only THEN could it be brought to the office opening the tik in order to open the file.
I was furious and frustrated and ready to throw things around and specifically at peoples' heads. I threw a mini-tantrum which culminated in me dramatically throwing my hands up in the air, 'wiping them clean' of the whole sorry business, and finally storming out of the building - leaving a bewildered looking Z standing with an extremely sad-looking Buzz in his arms surrounded by about a zillion VERY expensive papers.
Approximately seven minutes later Z called me on my cell and asked me to come back inside. He said, "please come back in and watch Buzz - they're letting me open the tik and we'll deal with the 'ishur' on Monday once it's signed."
So in I went - feeling a bit stupid and mostly like the cat who got the cream and then some. Let's be honest though - if not for the outburst we'd still be in limbo. As 'they' say, "ain't nobody got time fo' dat."
Then I heard Z say, "that man walking towards us looks strangely like your Father..." I looked up and behold, it was my father. (heehee, that sounded dramatic didn't it?!)
Turns out Yo'Abba had dropped the van off for an oil change then decided to walk over to the mall to maybe catch a glimpse of Phil, hard at work. Phil was working and not near her phone so we were a great second-place surprise. We gave him a ride home after riding down in the elevator and trick-speeding Buzz past the 'rides' near the mall's entrance.