T'was nice

 So funny to watch- DiL3 arrived, and Elsa was back to her usual self- louder even than before and so very selfish. It was do you want this, or that, or that- no wonder that today's children are the way they are. I had another short moment to recharge my batteries, when the children were off for Trick or Treating. When they came back with bags of sweets they also brought Luca, his parents and grandparents. I was silently thanking God and all divine powers for making me do all that cooking (which I thought was too much then). Hubby quickly brought in his selfmade bacon and made a batch of Frankfurter for the children. Not a single crumb was left, when all went home around ten in the evening. Even the spicy salmon salad Korean style was gone. I did a new apple strudel in the morning. DiL and son were up early, because their youngsters do not have to wait for the sun symbol on the clock to rise when with them. They were loud from six o'clock on. The children ate a small breakfast, the parents must have turned into hobbits. First breakfast with their offspring, second breakfast when hubby and I had ours, then DiL found the freshly baked apple strudel and ate most of it. The rest got eaten by son number three. Half an hour later DiL demanded cheese toast for her son. Hubby made two, then another one. A tiny bit got eaten by Matthäus, the rest by his always hungry parents. Sorry, each of the two had already eaten double as much as I usually eat a day. And then sis called, because she wanted to meet up with our son's family, and since son intended to leave after lunch she'd come for coffee and cake. Alas, the strudel was long gone, but hubby found profiteroles in the fridge. Sis and her husband left at twelve, and Matthäus demanded sweets afterwards. For the first time I was strict and told him to have lunch first. DiL was silently fuming, but I ignored her. I did not need another situation, when her child picked at his food and ate next to nothing. My house, my rules! Besides, lunch was ready to be served. The moment the family was finally off hubby poured us a shot glass of vodka, then we both had an extended rest, to catch up on sleep. A friend phoned in the afternoon and woke me. She wanted to know if I was well, and how the party had been going. I told her I would call her back tomorrow- will have to set an alarm for this. I am so bad at calling back...