Liars Liars

I've had a bit of a rough week - putting my ex-Criminal into her lock up and crying about it all week. What am I crying for? She's safe, she's being fed, I know I won't be getting calls from the police to pick up my daughter at the station for painting graffiti in the malls, or some other infraction. It's probably the loss of control, not that I had any in the first place over her. But maybe then, thinking out loud, it's the fact that I hope the place won't lie to her, by telling her she gets out in 4 weeks for a weekend with us and then find a reason why she won't be able to get out. I know they probably won't lie and only if she misbehaves consistently, would they not let her out. Maybe that's why I'm upset. I want her to abide by the rules for the first time in her life. It's also because I can't have daily contact with her - only weekly.

Being the mood-swinging mama that I am, I ran around yesterday in drunken-like happiness, grateful to God for being able to buy small items I wasn't able to afford in months but because Hubby landed a job for the next few months, we have a bit more than usual. I felt like those mad shoppers in one of the tv shows I used to watch in the 60s - where they were given a certain amount of money and had to shop in the supermarkets and load up their carts in 60 seconds - something like that. Hubby had to check his car at the repair shop. Jerusalem seemed festive with the happy holiday of Purim in swing. I was thrilled to have a long weekend - on Easter Sunday for the rest of the world and Purim for the Jews. I ran from store to store to see what I could buy with the extra cash - bath oil, incense, a beautiful pair of $25 earrings (since the only pair I owned was snatched by one of my daughters), and I was just about to enter one of Jerusalem's most unique and beautiful furnishings store, when Hubby rang.

"Where are you?"

I didn't want to tell him where I was, because he may get frightened that I'll go haywire in that store.

"Just downtown"

"I'll meet you in 1/2 hour"

"Great, honey - see you."

At least I had 1/2 hour to peruse in this paradise. I stood in line to pay for hand cream in the L'Occitane department. The cashier had problems opening up her cash register. It took about 10 minutes. Meanwhile, I get another call from Hubby -

"Where are you?"

"I'm still looking around"

"Because Good Daughter's boyfriend's parents are here and they have Mishloach Manot to give us (Purim packages of cakes/candies/wine that people distribute to their friends - it's customary to give at least 2), and I thought you'd pick up a ready-made package and we'll give it them now."

I prayed to God that He should fix the cash register immediately and within 5 minutes, the damn thing opened up. I got my change and ran up the hill to the shuk, bought the ready-made package and gave it to them.

Safely ensconced at home that afternoon, I felt like being creative for the Sabbath meal and made a green salad with strawberries, chicken cacciatore with roasted vegetables poured on top, etc. When we sat down to eat the Nasty Daughter looks at the food with her silent boyfriend and says to me

"You make disgusting food, how can you expect him (nodding towards the boyfriend) to eat it. Why can't you make regular food????"

"Look, honey, this isn't your greasy shwarma shop. Got it? I made Gourmet Food here. See? If you don't like it, you can leave."

If I must say so myself, my non-regular food tasted delicious. What a liar she was.

This morning I wake up and see Hubby on the computer.

"I'm just checking the mail" he tells me. I walk over quickly, too quickly for him to shut down the Porno sites showing on the screen.

Some mail.