So we’re quite the sight here…all four of us packed into a queen bed. We’re so squiched that I find myself hugging the edge and the two kids in between us!

Of course, the mattress is much to be desired - it’s a low grade 40 coil disaster. Every time you move you hear a coil pop.

So between the uncomfortable bed, too many children, and the fact that we’re still in a state of shock — not much sleep is happening on this front.

To say the least…we’re whipped.

Nine days after someone dies is way too long to go before a funeral. I think sitting Shivah is only a week!