Friday night, I went to a special service/dinner at my shul. It's the first time in years that I didn't have to prepare a Shabbos meal. It's the first time in years that I've been at a Shabbos table other than my own. (Builder doesn't like to go anywhere--he likes my cooking too much.)
So, Builder and the Things bundled into the car while I walked. (We left twenty minutes before lecht bentchen--but since I'd already lit, it was Shabbos for me.) When we got there, Builder wanted me to go in and daven--something I don't usually do at night. Not only don't most women in my shul go on Friday nights, but I had to deal with the Things. Listening to the davening brought back memories. I used to go to shul a lot more before I moved to Brooklyn. At one time, I used to go every day after work. (I used to be religious--then I became Orthodox.) Friday nights, I used to help lead services at the little shul that could. It was my first synagogue when I started becoming religious--a little Conservative place that counted women, but still could barely scrape up a minyan. That was over a decade ago, but they're still here!. I became Bat Mitzvah there. Then my dad died and I couldn't go there anymore. When I started working, I would go there on Friday nights to help lead. If they could see me now! Sitting on my side of the mechitza, wearing a tichel on my head instead of a yarmulke, walking to shul--but since I stopped attending that synagogue regularly after my Bas Mitzvah, does that make me a Conservative statistic,or not?
Meanwhile, the Things were acting--like young children. They were quiet, but they kept migrating between me and Builder. Afterwards, people came up to compliment me. "Your children are so well behaved." Yeah--my weird, unsocialized homeschooled children!
After Shabbos, I walked back to shul to get the car. I love having my license!