Friday, July 18, 2014


MyShtub has moved. I will no longer be blogging here at blogspot, and eventually this will be taken down. But no worries everything including all the old articles are over at the new place. Its a much cleaner site with easier navigation. So come on over I've missed you!

Friday, May 2, 2014


To all my wonderful readers, 
Myshtub will be temporarily shutting down. I have been a blogspot user for many years, but lately it has not held up to my standards. I am working diligently to move my blog to an independent hosting. It will be easier to use, more interactive, and hopefully without so many quirks. Unfortunately this takes time. Please be patient and know we will be back soon. Have a wonderful Shabbos!

Monday, March 24, 2014

Purim Soup

Did Purim just fly by and someone forgot to tell me? Is it really just a few short weeks from Pesach? How is this happening? For weeks my house looked like this, as the windstorm of Purim flew in.
Now the table is cleaning and the Pesach scrubbing will begin.
What I dont understand is last year both Purim and Pesach were earlier in the year, but the whirlwind feeling I'm having this year , I did not have last year. Why is that?
Is it becasue I decided to make Rozie's complete costume from scratch this year? Ok I didn't knit the tights I bought those, and the shoes.
She realy wanted to be a Kallah ( bride) this year, along with all the little girls in her class. But she was very specific about her costume, especially the veil. She did not want it touching her eyes. Once I realized I was going with a retro style veil, to accomadite her no eye touching request, the costume took on a new level from there. I think this is my favorite costume yet.
Ironically Dovie wanted to be a CIA agent. Boys costumes are never as fun, for me at least. They always want to be some form of law enforcement. What is with that anyways?

This year for our Shalach Manos I wanted to go with something easy and healthy. Every year I end up baking and gathering tons of junk. I wanted to give an actual meal, so I went with soup and a homemade dinner roll. Little did I know what I was getting myself into.

I was seriously up to my eyes in soup. It was everywhere. For days my house smelled like the strongest soup know to mankind. I was scrubbing soup out of my pores. It was a soup nightmare. I honesty can not look at or even think about soup ever again. Next year I'm buying a case of wine and chocolate bars. I'll wrap them up with ribbon and be done. Yah right.
But its all over now and Pesach is on my mind. I probably will even make soup again. When did life become such a quick ride. I really wish it would slow down.

Wednesday, March 5, 2014


Yesterday I was running into my local grocery store with Rozie. I had about 15min to get what I needed and be out the door on time to pick up Dovie from school. I was trying to convince Rozie to sit in the cart (which never happens), because it would help us get through the store quicker. As I was wheeling and dealing with Rozie, I heard a voice. "Can you tell me where I am?" "Please just tell me where you dropped me." "Sir, please!" I looked up and saw a women who was visually impaired standing next to a cab begging the driver for help. The cab driver had simply dropped her off on a curb and drove away without a word. I watched the entire situation out of the corner of my eye, and now this women was aimlessly trying to orient herself with her cane. It was 100% obvious that this women needed help, but I had zero time to do it. I needed chicken for dinner, I had carpool, and I was also currently engaged in a battle of the wits with my favorite toddler teen. I assumed she would be OK because she wouldn't have gone out without help if she couldn't get around properly, right? I also assumed someone else would help her. I wasn't the only person to witness this scene. I finally convinced Rozie into the cart with a promise of a chocolate bar from the heavens, and looked back one more time. She was still trying to orient herself. So on this day where my time was short, and my Rozie was in full diva mode, I realized that this one was on me. I turned my cart around and went up to the lady. "Do you need help, I saw what just happened?" I said. "Oh please, thank you so much I'm not sure where I am." she said. I explained in detail where she was and where exactly the driver dropped her, and we both agreed the driver was so rude. She asked if I could help her in the store, and I did. We got what she needed, and she was an enjoyable person who had some great things to say. I still had to pick up my Dovie, the chicken we can do without. I explained this to this really nice woman, and she was very understanding. I told her I would take her to the checkout and there I would find someone else to help her. Unfortunately I asked person after person, and nobody was willing to help. I was stuck, so I asked her what we should do? She told me if I oriented her she would be fine. So I did and I left her to her own devices with a rock in my stomach.
 When I got in my car I realized that this situation hit me harder than I thought. What I witnessed was a woman with different abilities being treated badly. She needed more than the average cab fare, and that was too much for that driver to give. She needed more than the average costumer, and that was too much for anyone to take on. It was too much for the driver to say you are in front of Bank of America facing north, and too much for another person to walk her the 5 min to her next location. It hit me that this could be my Rozie. That one day many years down the road my Rozie may need "too much" as an adult. She may ask for directions to be given in greater detail. She may need help understanding prices in the market, and I will not always be there to help her. That simple fear paralyzes me. The fear that my sweet little girl may need "too much" in the future. 
Its a hard drink to swallow, and this day was a hard reality check for me. It was also a reality that before I had my Rozie I may not have even noticed this woman and her dilemma, and truth be told I may not have even cared. I know that is horrible, but how many of you would give up shopping for that nights dinner to help someone else. How many of you would feed your kids PB&J that night because helping someone else was more important than chicken and rice. Before Rozie I don't think I would have. This is the "me" society we live in.
 I thank Hashem everyday for giving us this little girl of ours. Not because she is a perfect angel, trust me she is far from. Not because she is "happy all the time" like all people with Down syndrome are suppose to be, again far from. Not because I believe she is so special, and we are special parents to receive her. Simply because she has helped me be a better mother and a better person. Having her has made me step outside my "me" box and move on to greater things, like helping someone else in need.
Besides PB&J for dinner always is eaten with bells on in our house.

Monday, February 24, 2014

Busy Bee

I've been very busy in these parts, and that is how I like it. Together with a fried we have put together this amazing event, so if you are local you must come....

 If not we will wish you were there. What are your Purim plans, anything exciting???