Last night, when Bruce and I returned home from scouting for land (more later), we turned the kitchen back over to ordinary time, and Pesach ended at our house.
This morning, N. was gratified to sit down to his customary oatmeal and chai breakfast, with his usual dishes and on the regular green table cloth.
I love getting ready for Pesach, and I love how clean the house is after I turn the kitchen over for the holiday. But seven days of change gets wearing, especially for N., for whom routine is a sacred ritual of its own.
So here we are--back to normal.
But the kitchen and house are a little cleaner than usual.