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Even more tired

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February 12th, 20:06

Number three and family are with us for what they call a short vacation. Good to know, next time they are here I will book a wellness weekend, because I am in for vacation, too. Haven't had one for too long. And when there's family aplenty in the house I feel the need for sleeping in a soft bed in a nice room and having breakfast brought up there even more. Because at home it's me who has to do the breakfast and the lunch and the dinner for those who are not at a fancy restaurant and have, of course, left their daughter with hubby and me, for us to try to feed her. Because Elsa does not like to eat. Not even fruits. Nothing. She only wants cocoa... Number four fled our house in the late afternoon and went back to Graz. Two toddlers, one babe and too many doting parents were too much for his frail nerves. But thumbs up for daughter mine, without her help with the young ones a padded room might have been my final destination. What does it take to feed eight adults with ramen? Five litres of selfmade broth, three whole packages of ramen, five pounds of pork belly, two packages of spinach (no pak choi to get), a lot of finely sliced carrots, three leeks, mushrooms, lotos roots and mungbean sprouts, never mind the quantities of garlic and ginger I had to chop and the eggs I had to peel. How can eight adults eat eighteen boiled eggs? My fingers are still sore from the sharp eggshell shards! Then again, the skin of my fingers is extremely sensitive at the moment. But it was worth the work. At three not a tiny bit of ramen was left. At six we were alone with Elsa, who promptly threw a fit when confronted with the wrong type of diapers, which promptly caused hubby to have a fit of his own. I was so glad when daughter found the diapers granddaughter wears for sleep, and even gladder when her parents were finally back, to put their daughter to bed. Now I'll have a glass of wine, then it will be bed time for me also. Tomorrow it's Super Bowl with daughter and maybe hubby, too. I must not forget to bring the topper over from the guestroom, or I won't be able to walk upright for the next days, because the sofa feels hard like stone!

Even more tired

Number three and family are with us for what they call a short vacation. Good to know, next time they are here I will book a wellness weekend, because I am in for vacation, too. Haven't had one for too long. And when there's family aplenty in the house I feel the need for sleeping in a soft bed in a nice room and having breakfast brought up there even more. Because at home it's me who has to do the breakfast and the lunch and the dinner for those who are not at a fancy restaurant and have, of course, left their daughter with hubby and me, for us to try to feed her. Because Elsa does not like to eat. Not even fruits. Nothing. She only wants cocoa... Number four fled our house in the late afternoon and went back to Graz. Two toddlers, one babe and too many doting parents were too much for his frail nerves. But thumbs up for daughter mine, without her help with the young ones a padded room might have been my final destination. What does it take to feed eight adults with ramen? Five litres of selfmade broth, three whole packages of ramen, five pounds of pork belly, two packages of spinach (no pak choi to get), a lot of finely sliced carrots, three leeks, mushrooms, lotos roots and mungbean sprouts, never mind the quantities of garlic and ginger I had to chop and the eggs I had to peel. How can eight adults eat eighteen boiled eggs? My fingers are still sore from the sharp eggshell shards! Then again, the skin of my fingers is extremely sensitive at the moment. But it was worth the work. At three not a tiny bit of ramen was left. At six we were alone with Elsa, who promptly threw a fit when confronted with the wrong type of diapers, which promptly caused hubby to have a fit of his own. I was so glad when daughter found the diapers granddaughter wears for sleep, and even gladder when her parents were finally back, to put their daughter to bed. Now I'll have a glass of wine, then it will be bed time for me also. Tomorrow it's Super Bowl with daughter and maybe hubby, too. I must not forget to bring the topper over from the guestroom, or I won't be able to walk upright for the next days, because the sofa feels hard like stone!