Dead. Almost.
Dec. 8th, 2024 08:05 pm Since I was up until one in the morning I had some sort of sleep-in this morning, interrupted by some heavy rainstorm at six and hubby struggling out of the bed at half past seven. One hour later I felt ready to brave the day. Nothing to do household-wise, so I took care of the plants, watered them and ferilised the bonsais. Instead of the promised snow we got rain once again, lots of it. It's hilarious to watch the inserts on my mobile which say that it's snowing while the weather app is telling me we have sleet, and when I look outside it's raining heavily- at two degrees. Even though the boys detected four deserted Christmas baubles in the grass not even hubby wanted out to hang them onto the tree again- the wellies are stowed in the garage during winter. Apropos boys: number two came with them at eleven in the morning, which was one hour early. In the span of five minutes the boys had located all four and a half Christmas items (the half stands for the tiny bear who has lost half of the once booming voice last Christmas season) made for torturing hubby and me, fortunately offed one- never again will the elk sing Jingle Bells- and detached one window of the latern with the howling snowman, the latern now spilling styrofoam snowflakes when turned on. That makes only two and a half devices of torture for the rest of the season. If I won't actually loose them. Yet it's so much fun to watch the boys exploring the wonders of Christmas decoration. Let them arrange and rearrange the nativity scene hubby has dragged up from the basement. Even do simple arithmetic exercises with baubles, a thing dad as well as mum won't do with their oldest. Dad, because he is off at work, mum, because she does not feel like it. Since the boys were early we had to improvise- soup first then nap then main course. Only that Cassian did not nap for more than ten minutes then 'helped' me with crsfting- yay, now there's two of us with sticky fingers- and Flavius did not intend to end his nap. We had lunch without him at half past two in the afternoon. Afterwards hubby served Krapfen, which did not keep the boys from pilfering cookies from the box in the kitchen. Their dad had a fit, their mum will have one, too. Son gave us a list of things the boys are allowed to eat, another what they are allowed to watch on TV- the usual crap today's young ones are up to. I'd likely chuck the TV out before letting them watch it, that's what I told my son. I think I have turned into a full-blown dragon-grandma during the last weeks, even hubby has noticed it! But one better not peeve a dragon once too often, there might be fire coming towards you one day! And those days of fire are here now! For the rest of the afternoon the boys were with me mostly instead of staying in the living room with both dad and grandpa finding fault with everything they did. We watched a Krampus video, I told him the differences between a Krampus and a Percht, they started to watch a Ninjago video but did not finish because it was boring all of a sudden when I quickly answered a mail. Then we started a hilarious singing contest of Christmas songs with the help of a Youtube translator. Dear God, I haven´t laughed that hard for a long time. When it was time to return home the boys refused to. Of course, they had to go to avoid more scolding, and I definitively was glad that all the ruckus had finally come to an end. I was tired then, really tired. Those two rascals always stretch me to the limit though in a good way. It´s more inspiring than tiring, though tired I will be after each of the boys´ visits- there´s always one or two adults who will spoil each and every fun!