As in most houses in Jerusalem, our apartment becomes frigid, igloo-like, fairly early in the Israeli winter season. Even the space heaters in each room don't seem to help, and we have gotten used to bundling up inside.
Last night I tucked Raphaela into bed with her heavy quilt.
" Mommy," teeth chattering for effect, "I am still cold."
And so I gave her a second, pink fleece blanket.
"Mommy, I am still cold, I will not fall asleep."
And so I placed a third grey blanket that we usually use on picnics.
" Mommy, it's not working!" Said Raphaela, clearly enjoying the game.
And so I gave her our camping sleeping bag, and suggested she sleep inside the sleeping bag, under the other covers.
"Mommy, but there's my head sticking out and it's cold. And what about my hands, if they come out of the blanket?"
And so Raphaela put on a wool hat and gloves.
Kisses all around, about a minute passes and I hear a muffled, "Mommy, I am getting a little sweaty and I can't fall asleep."
This morning Raphaela had me re-tell this story several times on the way to school, laughing each time.
"This would make a great children's book." I mused.
" And here is how it ends, Mommy: 'And then Mommy was so exhausted trying to put Raphaela to bed.'"
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I hate winter in these non-insulated houses here. I am cold a lot and wear layers. Worst are the feet. And how I have to go to bed- those freezing sheets....
We have flannel sheets- they have a warmer feel to it and each kid has his warm-water-bottle. Those things do wonder!
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