An even better thing, though, is sponja. As faithful readers of this blog will no doubt recall, I just adore the sponja method of cleaning floors. (Faithful people who have actually met me are deeply confused by any cleaning tendencies I may happen to exhibit, let alone enthusiasm for cleaning, but what is life without some mystery, eh?) It's been way too long since I cleaned my floors in any meaningful way, and they are pale and clean once more. Ahhhhhhh.
In more cool employment news, I got a call from the company that I impulse-applied to. Someone from HR called and pitched me on a job very similar to the one I actually applied for. (I saw both postings and figured I may as well apply to the more senior position, even though the more junior position sounded a hair more interesting.) I told her I was very interested, and she invited me to come in a few weeks for what sounds like a job fair ("יום גיוס" is what she called it, but I don't think "draft day" is a thing outside of major league sports), and I told her I'd love to come.
This is all very exciting, and now I have two weeks to angst over being gone for more than a full day (the thingy is 8:30-5:00, and it looks like it takes a little over an hour and a half to get there by public transit) and taking a 3-hour exam in I-don't-know what etc., etc., etc. But it sure beats the heck out of being told that morning to figure out how to get there that afternoon!
The Napless Wonder astounded and amazed his daycare providers by refusing to nap At All. He was pleasant and engaged and played beautifully, but he simply refused to sleep. End of story. Ha! He may be stubborn enough to win versus his teachers, but I am his match (to which those faithful people from 3 paragraphs ago can heartily attest). No, BSM honey, this is not a challenge. Just a heads-up.
Since he didn't nap at daycare, he fell asleep for an hour when I nursed him at 4:30. He was clearly still tired when he woke up, but come on. Going to bed for the night at 4:30? That's nuts! So I kept him up until Husbinator plead Babo's case at 6pm and I caved. I may be a match for El Babo, but when Husbinator gets all sad, I cave. Oy, that kid better not wake up for the day before 6am. He just better not.
In one more note, I mentioned to Ema2 yesterday that the kibbutz planted a grove of ficus trees in the days before air conditioning, because it gets so terribly, terribly hot and ficus trees are so amazingly shady. I had never heard of these trees before I got here, and they are pretty crazy: they have roots that grow out of their branches. Seriously. See the photos below.
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