This is a long story and starts three years ago. But I haven't written a proper long story since theSnow Storm of 2013 so I'm due. Take a deep breath.
Three years ago we arrived in Israel. It's was November 16th. The next day we started taking care of business at all of the government offices. We needed new ID cards, health insurance for everyone in our family, we needed to sign the kids up for school and also register as new immigrants or, in my husband's case, a returning resident. It was a lot of time and forms and hassle and lines but we got through it all and no one died.
Fast forward about 15 months. I'm having a conversation with a friend about the recent elections and she is grumbling about how budget cuts had reduced her government child allowance by nearly half. Right. Sucks. So I go home and ask my husband if he had seen a difference in our child allowance in his paystub. I figured it was a line item there and that the money had been going into our account from day one.
The rest of this saga can be found on The Times of Israel.