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Second to last day of the siege! Tomorrow morning the boys will get returned to their dad! Hubby will pack them and what's left of their belongings into his car, drive to the supermarket where son number two does his last grocery shopping before the trip to Romania then bring all three to their home. Now I can tidy our house (yuck!!!) then feel normal again. That is if nothing significant will happen which will stall the procedure. I have decided to stay calm whatever will happen. No use to get into a fuss when the ordeal is practically over. Poor hubby, now he has to concentrate solely on biking and shopping, no more cuddling the grandsons! He will take Oscar to the Cartworld on Tuesday, to lessen the feeling of being neglected, so this will be a safe day for me to come down. Imagine, no more tumbling over toys or settling disputes! And, if we are lucky, weather will turn to moderate summer again. It´s about time, the 15th of August marks the beginning of autumn here, when the sun is off behind the hills early. Another summer gone by without sea, save for the glimpses down from the plane on our way back from London, before clouds obscured the sight:(
This morning we woke to freezing 17 degrees in the bedroom, even though the window was only left ajar a tiny bit. One more day with the heating turned on in the morning. The boys helped me do banana muffins- I did the muffins, they ate the chocolate. So much of it that we used up two bars. It´s okay for me, they did not have much sweets during their stay, only a few HP fruit gums, so that those weren´t made to die in the drawer. Hubby made grilled chicken and garlic bread for lunch, with salad (do we ever have a meal without green stuff?) and corn. Meanwhile I was off to the tiny studio, apologising to Ashmael for ignoring him so long and nursing my cold. I tried to give the boys a wide berth to keep the sneezing to myself. No cuddling, no excessive playing- it did not work the way I wanted, because both seem to be tied to my apron´s strings when inside. Not that DiL will complain about sick children spoiling the vacation she needs so much. After all she has had to work for a full month! But if she thinks she can pull that stunt again she better prepare herself for a heavy dressing-down. Even told so number two, when he came for lunch. And I did the next thing DiL hates very much (second only to sweets): I turned the TV on and let them watch a Disney movie. Poor hubby, all that singing!
Flavius had a very short after-lunch nap. When he woke the sun was out, and we were up to 16 degrees. Hubby let the boys run free, they needed to spend up their energy. Otherwise it´s hard to survive the time between six and eight, which the two of them think the best time for fighting each other. More than once I felt hard-pressed to pour me a glass of wine and go against the rule No wine before nine. A rule easily to stick to, since I managed to regularly fall asleep in front of the TV, before we had even reached that time. I think it won´t be different today, since the boys made me get up at six thirty. I had promised them scrambled eggs, and hubby never does them right...
This morning we woke to freezing 17 degrees in the bedroom, even though the window was only left ajar a tiny bit. One more day with the heating turned on in the morning. The boys helped me do banana muffins- I did the muffins, they ate the chocolate. So much of it that we used up two bars. It´s okay for me, they did not have much sweets during their stay, only a few HP fruit gums, so that those weren´t made to die in the drawer. Hubby made grilled chicken and garlic bread for lunch, with salad (do we ever have a meal without green stuff?) and corn. Meanwhile I was off to the tiny studio, apologising to Ashmael for ignoring him so long and nursing my cold. I tried to give the boys a wide berth to keep the sneezing to myself. No cuddling, no excessive playing- it did not work the way I wanted, because both seem to be tied to my apron´s strings when inside. Not that DiL will complain about sick children spoiling the vacation she needs so much. After all she has had to work for a full month! But if she thinks she can pull that stunt again she better prepare herself for a heavy dressing-down. Even told so number two, when he came for lunch. And I did the next thing DiL hates very much (second only to sweets): I turned the TV on and let them watch a Disney movie. Poor hubby, all that singing!
Flavius had a very short after-lunch nap. When he woke the sun was out, and we were up to 16 degrees. Hubby let the boys run free, they needed to spend up their energy. Otherwise it´s hard to survive the time between six and eight, which the two of them think the best time for fighting each other. More than once I felt hard-pressed to pour me a glass of wine and go against the rule No wine before nine. A rule easily to stick to, since I managed to regularly fall asleep in front of the TV, before we had even reached that time. I think it won´t be different today, since the boys made me get up at six thirty. I had promised them scrambled eggs, and hubby never does them right...
