A shot in the foot

 Yesterday I was so proud of hubby, because he hadn't postponed the planned cooking to Sunday. Didn't help much, because in the evening, just before the daily news were on TV, son called and asked if it was okay to do the cooking the next day, because his wife did not feel like doing lunch. Hubby had said that it would be okay. And it got worse: The family showed up at twelve, after they had been at the fair, instead of going there in the afternoon together with my husband. We ate at one in the afternoon, then DiL ordered the boys to have a siesta. Worked with Flavius but definitely not with an almost five and a half year old Cassian. When I ordered Cassian to go down again his mother was on the way to leave. So it's true what the boy told us- he and his brother have to rest, because their mother wants to rest also. And if she cannot rest at our house she'll do so at home. The boys and number two finally got picked up at six- instead of a quiet day I had a turbulent one. And tomorrow won't get any better, because family number one invited themselves for a last day of pool-ing. Hubby only forgot to tell me until family number two was off, when his brain decided to work again. I am so doomed...