I should be writing a speech. I should actually be writing about a dozen speeches, all at the same time.
I should be holding the baby and trying to get her to sleep. It's past 11 and she's still wide awake. Insomnia Girl rides again.
I should be cleaning up the kitchen.
I should be dealing with the backlog of laundry.
I should be going to sleep earlier.
I should be eating better.
I should be cleaning up back here--the office is wrecked again (wasn't it just clean on Tuesday?) and it's hard for me to work in a disaster zone.
I should clean out the storage space. I can't really start packing until it's emptied out.
I shouldn't be blogging.
Except I want to be blogging, because I know I'll want a record of this time later--the last few months before The Big Move.
I'll want to remember Barak and Iyyar's 6th and 4th birthdays, and that I made brownies, and we had blue doughnuts at Iyyar's school with blue sprinkles (Yom Ha'Atzmaut, which they don't even mention at either of their schools). I'll want to remember that Barak didn't want to have a party, and that instead he asked to stay up as late as he wanted playing Playmobil--and didn't crash, finally, until 1:30 AM, when Abba finally drew the line.
I'll want to remember that Marika just last week, without warning, figured out that fingers were good for more than sucking on, and overnight started being able to grab, move, and manipulate all the toys in her saucer. And that this morning I suddenly realized that I had to raise the height setting on it. By two notches.
I'll want to remember putting the new blue footlockers I got for the move in the kitchen, and handing the kids stickers and Sharpies and telling them to go ahead and decorate their own. Amazingly, none of the permanent marker ink went anywere it wasn't supposed to.
I'll want to remember, probably, all the middle-of-the-night phone calls to Israel trying to get the kids' schools worked out, and the emails to the Israeli family who is taking this place as I try to get their kids worked out in schools here.
I'll want to remember it all. But I probably won't.