You know what, maybe I am crying because of all this

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t’s 2 a.m. and I’m weeping over a red pepper. I try convincing myself that the tears are the result of the mound of peeled onions on the table, but honestly? This game is getting stale. I’m so done with fooling myself.

I am not crying from the onions.

And I’m not crying because it’s two in the morning on Motzaei Shabbos, which is also Erev Yom Tov, and I’ve only started peeling veggies now, because I’ve only now finally(!) settled my baby who screamed the entire Shabbos.

There’s no eiruv where I live, so I was stuck with this screaming… thing all day, and now my hand is hurting from holding her so long, my head is throbbing from the endless noise, and any minute now she’s going to start screaming again, and I still have to cook and get my house ready for Yom Tov in the next 16 hours or so. And maybe sleep…?

You know what, maybe I am crying because of all this.