Living in a war zone

Whilst I’m not technically living in a war zone, I am experiencing some of the tension and anxieties associated with one.  In the last 3 days I’ve experienced an air raid siren, bunkering down in our laundry (safe room), and watching the news and Twitter constantly for updates. It is certainly a challenge, trying to live life normally and avoid talking about it all in front of the kids, but they are obviously sensing that something is up and have created their own war zone here in our house.  Just perfect! I guess it’s difficult for them because while Joel is home, he is constantly on the phone, TV and Twitter getting updates.  While this is fair enough, it’s tricky for the kids to understand.

We are all pretty exhausted and highly strung at the moment.  The thing that is really grating on my nerves is the kids normal, daily fights over things like the Ipad.  I just want to scream at them, ‘don’t you get it, there is a war in this country RIGHT NOW’…but I bite my tongue.

It’s interesting how some people react.  I get the whole trying to live life normally thing, I do, but having a wedding is going a little far.  I saw wedding cars cruising around in a Jewish Orthodox area today. Really, a wedding during a war, really?! I guess we did get home delivered dinner during the air raid on Friday, so I guess anything is possible!!

The streets in Jerusalem are quiet, but people are still playing at parks and going shopping. Although we are, we aren’t venturing far from home.  I went out for a coffee last night and found myself on the edge of my seat wanting to get back home to my family.  Guess that’s where my heart lies, not a bad thing really, although that hot chocolate was damn good.

It is certainly tricky living in this environment.  I’ve learnt that living in a war zone (or close to one) is so unpredictable.  We never would have thought that Jerusalem would have been a target, nor did we ever think we would be using our safe room (all squished into our tiny laundry eating burgers on a picnic rug (good thing our picnic set and beer fridge are in the laundry!)).

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