Worst case

 Nothing of importance happened- a bit of this, a bit of that, it is Friday again, and I wonder how fast time flies. In two weeks plus one day we will have a Halloween party, the Tuesday after the lttle ones will meet up with their cousins and do Trick or treating. Then it will be November already, time for Christmas crafting with friends- Holiday season is looming! Yet something bad happened: Pandora's box got opened today- husband dearest agreed to take both of number two's offspring in for an overnight stay at our house tomorrow. That's indeed a worst case scenario, because this line has never been crossed until now. And those who know my family will agree that from now on there will be no holding back for DiL. I see a lot of overnight stays ahead, even though I banned hubby to the guestroom. Funnniest thing is that hubby only capitulated when son told him that he himself intended to stay away until late evening, which usually means early morning for him. And that his wife would do the same. Hubby needs to sleep in his bed, that´s a tradition he won´t forsake, not even for one night, if possible! That was before I chucked him out of the bedroom. Bad enough that Cassian is a light sleeper! I do not need his younger brother in the adjoining room, without a door to close! But with some envy I remember a time, when my friends had their parties, and all I got was a 'sorry, but I have concert to do' from hubby and 'sorry, grandchildren duty only on Tuesday, never on weekends' from my parents. Needless to say that I was never able to attend birthday parties except for those in the neighbourhood, and even then hubby was the one who pushed for going home early. There are a lot of ´what ifs´ at the moment- what, if the boy won´t sleep? Not my problem, I will watch TV as usual then go to bed. Rest goes to hubby, I had warned him in advance. Same goes for what if he wakes during night. The ´what if´ I dread most is when Flavius will play ´good boy´ and sleep the night through- because that´s the sign his parents have waited for, and hubby and I will switch from staying at home because of our children to staying at home because of our grandchildren. It´s not that much different from staying at home because there might be Covid looming- hubby was a master in this game. À propos Covid: Sister was not unhappy that I had to cancel. She is not even sure that she will be able to show up for a visit- her husband has been out with old colleagues. Two of them tested positive the day after. Now they are waiting for the outcome of the test brother-in-law will do on Sunday. If he is negative still, they will come (and I will have to bake). If not, they will drive back home to Munich. Honestly, I plead for baking! I think that getting sick with the disease when you are eighty is definitely not recommandable. But I wonder where all the people have their tests from? Old ones, newly bought ones? And do they test each time they have a cold or a sore throat? Questions upon questions...