Way Over My Married to a Jew Skis

Okay, my work schedule is really hard on my family. I miss family dinner every night. I’m proud to cook the dinner in the morning, but by the time I get there the kids are starting bed and I just get to help my five year old to bed and see my three year old from a distance as my wife does the honors for her bedtime. I’ve been trying to deliver great experiences outside of evening hours to compensate for my schedule. That includes getting to my daughter’s kindergarten class on Monday mornings and hanging out for an hour. I don’t do ANYTHING, but the teacher said it is still awesome to have another adult in the class and some of the kids are starting to remember me. ON A LARK I told Ms. C that I could speak about Purim next week. (Purim is a Jewish holiday that is commonly celebrated by Jews but doesn’t have the same mainstream awareness of Hannukkah or Passover). Could I pass a quiz about Purim? Hell no. Does it sound like it’s a relatively easy Holiday to summarize to a group of 5 and 6 year olds? No. There is genocide, there is sexual objectification. Why did I agree to this? I will figure it out, I will make it work. I am committed to us being a Jewish family. Can I bring treat?

UPDATE: Great emails from my Father in Law, supportive words from wife and confirmation that Cecil’s has hamentaschen. I’ve got this.