Burn Out

burn out

"Happy New Year"

Judaica themed vintage postcard

Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking

We rescued this beautiful Kiddush set from a charity shop! Unsure right now if it's silver or pewter but either way its so pretty!

Needs a polish but there's remnants whish show just how shiny it used to be

They are just as tired as we are.

They're all starting to thrive.

Their tiny whiskers are beginning to come in.

On Thursday one of the local cops called my wife and asked if we could foster four abandoned puppies. They were maybe a couple of hours old. I don't want to go into a lot of detail because it's bleak stuff and the internet has enough of that.

A ton of people pulled together and my wife and I have kept these pups alive successfully for the past three days. There is a shelter who will take them once they eat solid food. Which is at about 2 weeks of age.

And like we'll do it because we have to, because they are totally helpless creatures. I am not taking credit for our mercy. My wife said we'd foster without telling me first. I got kind of mad at the time, but I got over it pretty quickly because. Well. Again, there was nobody else. Every single foster home in our area is filled to bursting with abandoned and stray animals. WE'RE overfull on abandoned animals because no one will take the ones we've got.

We're exhausted because they have to get fed every 3 hours. They only learned how to latch onto the bottle today. So the first two nights, their feedings took well over an hour. We woke up after three hours and then lost over an hour of sleep. This is the kind of thing I'd bounce back from easily when I was a younger man. 41 is much less forgiving of an age.

I feel like my head is wrapped in steel wool sometimes. Like I'm blinking through it.

We lit Shabbat candles and then went on working because now there's a grand total of thirteen animals in the house so there can't be a single day off. Had to keep doing laundry because the pups go through so much and they make innocent messes so we have to change our clothes more. On and on.

The cops found someone else in the village, I think, who will take them for a couple of days. They'll have to because we have a hate crimes case in a few days. I can't even mentally prepare for that because of the pups.

They are so small. The heftiest one weighs 253 grams/9 ounces. The smallest weighs 185 grams/6.5 ounces. They are so incredibly delicate and I feel shitty for feeling tired.

I feel guilty. I know it's all necessary for their health but I skipped my intro to Judaism class (feeding what was probably their first meal ever) and I keep missing the counting of the omer calls and I missed kabbalat shabbat and I'm totally unprepared for my Hebrew class tomorrow and I'm just a big falling-behind wreck. And it's been three days. They must be here for two weeks. We can't fall behind but we can't keep up. And asking for help is tricky when you have imposter syndrome and feel like asking anyone for help is like getting stabbed.

I have no ending to this post.