I had kind of a lousy day on Friday. But an interesting thing happened as I prepared dinner.
It was Friday night, and I prepared challah with R (and E "painted" the egg coating on), I began to feel better. As I said the sabbath prayers, and we talked about them at the table, I remembered something good happening too.
Instead of just saying the prayers, we talked about one of them. R & J were old enough to actually add to the conversation. Even A had something to say. And I remembered that what is important is not what or where we eat, but that we're together to do it.
It's still not easy. But neither is it awful.
(On the other hand, I have all-but-one-ingredient for three different meals in my house right now. Arrgh!)