Frustration

I am feeling very frustrated lately. You name it, it annoys me. I attribute a good portion to it to lack of sleep - I haven't slept more that 5 hours (6 if I take a sleeping pill, which I hate doing) in about 3 years. I'm also pretty fed up with life in general. Despite all the sappy posts, I don't think I really processed everything that has happened in the last month and a half. It may be hitting me harder than I expected, and I'm not expressing myself properly, which sucks for the people closest to me, because they are the ones that ending up taking the brunt of it.

I will say that being at work is actually a lot of fun. My youth group board is hilarious and they make me laugh and smile and feel really good about what I'm doing with my life. In any case, I'm waiting for things to take a turn for the better, which hopefully they will soon.

In other news, Paul and I are going to a halloween party and my cousins. Its the first time in the 10 years we've been together that we've gone to a halloween party... should be interesting :)

Shabbat Shalom

Everyone looks forward to Fridays, but this week, I was feeling particularly drained, and it was for sure a TGIF kind of day. As one of the kids in NFTY taught be BHIS - Baruch Hashem, its Shabbat. I can't imagine how this could have been more true. I was planning a quiet relaxing dinner with my mom (after I ended up working until 10 on thursday and accidentally forgot I was supposed to have dinner with her). At around 5, Jenny and Aaron called to invite me to Shabbat dinner. I thanked them for the invitation, but told them I had plans with my mom. And thats when Aaron proved that he can guilt just as well as the rest of the family. "Talk to Jackie" I heard him say from the back seat. So Jenny put the phone on speaker and handed it to him. "Hewwo Jackie" he said. "Hello Aaron." I replied. "Shabbat Shawome" he continued to which I responded "and Shabbat Shalom to you Aaron." And it was all downhill from there. "Jackie coming to Shabbat Shawome?" I again told him I was going to grammy's for dinner. "Peas Jackie coming to Shabbat Shawome?" He begged and pleaded and worked himself into a pretty good little tizzy over me not being able to come to Shabbat dinner.

Long story short, I went to "Shabbat Shawome." It was lovely, and Aaron cracked me up. He knew exactly what to do during the prayers, and was expecially excited for the challah.

Thanks, Jenny, for a lovely dinner and a fun evening.