I always try to nap for a while after the kids get back from school, with varying degrees of success.
I’ve developed some tactics for getting my nap time. Basically, you have to make sure the kids are well fed, saturated and have something to do. That’s their computer game/TV time too. We don’t actually have TV reception of any kind, so TV means a DVD and you have to make sure they have a long enough movie in there. Tip: get everything ready for your nap and only then press the play button.
Another thing I do is make sure the kids are very much aware of me going to be asleep. I keep repeating the “Mommy is going to have a nap now” message over and over again. Sometimes it even works.
One other thing I do is remind them under which circumstances they’re allowed to wake me up. The point of the message being, “don’t wake me up unless…” I usually come up with some funny unlikely stuff too, that the kids often take quite seriously.
So, today, on my way to bed -
Me: Dan, remember not to wake me up unless a fire breaks out or if there’s an earthquake.
Dan: Don’t worry Mom. I’ll wake you up if there’s a fire, but I can handle the earthquake myself.
Me: ???
Dan: We had an earthquake drill at school today.
At which point, he demonstrated the various positions of taking cover outside and inside and informed me that he’s been appointed as “safety assistant”.
They could not have made a better choice. Those of you who follow my tweets may have this heard this story before, but I think it’s worth repeating in the blog.
Some background for non-Israelis: Once in a while the Homefront Command conducts periodic checks for the air raid siren in your area. They always happen at 11 AM and that’s how you know they’re not for real. It doesn’t happen often, though.
A couple of weeks ago, they were testing the sirens in our town. The school teachers knew about it and told the kids in the morning, but my Dan somehow didn’t get the news. So, come 11 o’clock, he is outside in the school yard with most of the other kids in the classroom and the sirens begin to wail.
He told me later that he was scared, but mostly for his brother and for us, his parents. He was particularly worried we’d get hit by “an atom bomb” (yeah, even the kids get the news about Iran). He never lost it though – he ran for the school bomb shelter, couldn’t open the door, so he lay down on the ground, face down, and covered his head with his hand. Keep in mind the kid has just turned six two months ago.
When the sirens stopped, he ran to the school’s secretary to report the event. She was very kind, encouraged him and gave him a medal (well, a smilie sticker on his sweater but she called it a medal).
I didn’t know whether to cry or to laugh when I heard his story. Was and still is very proud of him though!
I’d love to hear from other parents about this. I know different areas have their own catastrophes – earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes – how do you teach your kids to be prepared?




















