Mars & Venus on Erev Pesach Cleaning.
(or, why my wife, the Mrs. @ The Muqata is totally going to kill me)
Men and Women are totally different. Different, and not necessarily equal either. My wife is much better at multi-tasking a million different events at once (cooking, cleaning, work, kids, laundry, etc.), while I can parallel park in my sleep, fix all sorts of electrical and mechanical problems, and sleep without being woken up by the soft cry of a baby.
Even the loud cry of a baby usually fails to bring me out of a deep sleep, and it’s the powerful shove out of bed from my wife that wakes me up (the dull thud of hitting the floor usually works).
So we’re totally different, and we have a variety of roles & responsibilities to make our marriage work.
However, there are times which can try any marriage, one of the most harrowing being “The Erev Pesach” era.
Starting the day after Purim,
Jewish women around the world start the
mad rush towards cleaning our homes for Pesach. Jewish men more or less continue on blissfully with whatever it is they usually do, somewhere knowing in the back of their mind that Pesach is approaching.
Women clean the house…and cook for Pesach…
and buy food…and take care of the kids (who in Israel, start their vacation a week before Pesach)…some also work in addition to all of the above.
And what do guys do?
Err….lets think. We do a lot! I vacuum out the cars…hmmm….my oldest son did that this year. I ordered the hand shmura matza! Well, actually no, I just agreed on the amount we needed to buy…and my wife took care of it
OK, I’m going to sell the chametz! That’s something I’m definitely capable of taking care of.
Let’s face it. Men, are totally pathetic when it comes to really helping for Pesach.
But then, when we’ve come to this brutal realization, there are those of us who add insult to injury, and do what no self-respecting Jewish husband should ever do.
The week before Pesach, “business trip”… (Thank G-d I'm not the
only one)
Last week at the Muqata...
Jameel: Hi Honey, I’ve got some really awful news…
The Mrs.: Really, What’s wrong?
Jameel: Remember how I was supposed to go to the US on business last month, and how happy we were that the trip was cancelled? Well, I have to fly to LA for a few days.
The Mrs. (in a frosty voice): Really? Only a few days?
Jameel: Well, leaving motzei Shabbat, returning home on Friday.
The Mrs.: Exactly. Just like every other time estimate you ever give; multiply any time guesstimate by 2 or 3…you say you're leaving the office at 6:00…and “out of the blue” you have a phone call which keeps you at the office till 6:30…by the time you get out of the parking lot its 6:45, don’t forget the traffic which never seems to happen when you WANT to be home on time…and voila. You’re home promptly at 8:15…just in time for Maariv. So “a few days” turns into an entire week.
Jameel: But at least I’ll be home for Shabbat!
The Mrs.: How is it that EVERY single year you manage to “have” to be sent on business the week before Pesach?
One of the kids “picks up” on the conversation, and they all rush in cheering: “YAY! Abba’s going to America! Abba’s going to America! Please buy me a new cellphone, buy me a new RAM card for my MP3 player…I want a new zip-zap car…can you get me this…buy me that…”
Jameel: I’m only going for 2 days…I won’t really have any time to buy stuff for you.
The Mrs.: Yeah, Two days. Motzei Shabbat to Friday equals 2 days…
Jameel: Fine, 2.5 days, but there’s all the travel overhead! Its 19 hours of flying time each way!
Kids: (upset) You’re going to America for a week and not buying us anything?!?!?!
So…I fly to the land where the streets are paved with electronic gadgets and great sales….while my tzadeikes of a wife is left with the kids…the cooking…the cleaning…the laundry…and her own full time job…and I fly off to the US.
When I speak to my wife on the phone after landing, its like treading on Styrofoam cups…
Jameel; Hi – how are things? I just landed and called to say hi…
The Mrs.: OK, (sounds very tired)…how was your flight?
Now what the heck am I supposed to answer? That I slept for 8 uninterrupted hours, watched a movie, blogged about something, and did some work? That the business class food was very good, the wine was good, and the chair was more comfortable than our LAY-Z-BOY chair in our living room?
Jameel: (answering very gingerly) Well, the flight was OK, I slept for 8 hours….
(Survey Says: BUZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!! Wrong Answer!)
The Mrs.: 8 hours? It must be so nice sleeping 8 hours without getting woken up by any kids…
Jameel: Yes – but it was awful! One of the movie channels wasn’t working, and I already saw most of the other ones the last time I flew…
(Survey Says: BUZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!! Wrong Answer!)
The Mrs.: Must have been awful.
Jameel: How's the house cleaning going? Are the kids being helpful?
(Survey Says: BUZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!! Strike 3 – Wrong Answer!)
The Mrs.: Why? You expect the house to magically clean itself and you’ll arrive home after your “business” trip and everything will be ready for Pesach???
Let's face it. It's very hard to work it out every single year...time after time...to ensure that I fly away on business the week before Pesach.
Guys: A word to the wise. Don't believe everything in the "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus" books. Women can be very Mars-like, and like most Israeli citizens, are very good shots with automatic weapons.
That's why I locked up my M16 before leaving to America....
On the other hand, I really love my wife alot, and she knows I had nothing to do with planning this trip. And I feel incredibly guilty for being away from home this week....but I can't even send this to her for approval, because she'll say, "you're on a business trip, and yet you're blogging again?!?"
Wherever I am, my blog turns towards Eretz Yisrael