Sorry, but no...
Jun. 28th, 2025 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
noadvertising ... Today was Pride Day. Because Pride Day is important and comes with a parade, our town fathers and mothers said Hey, let´s do a three-day city festival at the same time. Let´s close the main bridge, do some road blocks and have whole streets turned into gastronomic areas. The Success was resounding: traffic jams all over the town, tourist cars strayed around searching for a route to avoid the motorway, busses were taking different routes without people knowing about. A lot of people missed their trains, because there was no information about which bus route to take to get to the trainstaion. Chaos pure...
It was a boring day for me, as most days are nowadays. I am definitely not against boring, because the opposite of boring is exciting, and exciting is even worse than boring. Unfortunately exciting days are looming from Monday on- even one day earlier than expected. Hubby will have to pick Flavius up from kindergarten, his brother will stay in for this year´s closing celebrationx, with mummy attending before she will bring the boy to our house then leave for Romania. One month and a week with two boys aged six and three, before the two will take off for Romania, too, with their father- one can never have holidays enough! I hope they will make it back home before school starts in September- you never know!
It was rainy in the morning, but the sun came out after lunch time, and it got quite warm again. Tomorrow we will be up to thirty, alas, since the parents will bring the things we need for the boys´ stay (and take the boys with them, of course) there´ll be no pool day for me. I hate it! Next date for lazy fooling in and around the pool: August the fifth, that´s when the complete family is off (and we are to take care of their cats again). I have already tidied number four´s room, where the boys will sleep. Big bed, aircon. A no nonsense place, or uncle might get upset. The model cars are already on top of the shelves, the only chair got brought to the conservatory, so no climbing. But five weeks having to get up early (five thirty, son said) will definitely take a heavy toll on me. And even more because family number three will come to spend some days with us, too, and son number one gets chucked out of the house regularly together with the older boys, because mum and baby need a quiet ambience. Well, I need, too, but nobody has ever asked me!
It was a boring day for me, as most days are nowadays. I am definitely not against boring, because the opposite of boring is exciting, and exciting is even worse than boring. Unfortunately exciting days are looming from Monday on- even one day earlier than expected. Hubby will have to pick Flavius up from kindergarten, his brother will stay in for this year´s closing celebrationx, with mummy attending before she will bring the boy to our house then leave for Romania. One month and a week with two boys aged six and three, before the two will take off for Romania, too, with their father- one can never have holidays enough! I hope they will make it back home before school starts in September- you never know!
It was rainy in the morning, but the sun came out after lunch time, and it got quite warm again. Tomorrow we will be up to thirty, alas, since the parents will bring the things we need for the boys´ stay (and take the boys with them, of course) there´ll be no pool day for me. I hate it! Next date for lazy fooling in and around the pool: August the fifth, that´s when the complete family is off (and we are to take care of their cats again). I have already tidied number four´s room, where the boys will sleep. Big bed, aircon. A no nonsense place, or uncle might get upset. The model cars are already on top of the shelves, the only chair got brought to the conservatory, so no climbing. But five weeks having to get up early (five thirty, son said) will definitely take a heavy toll on me. And even more because family number three will come to spend some days with us, too, and son number one gets chucked out of the house regularly together with the older boys, because mum and baby need a quiet ambience. Well, I need, too, but nobody has ever asked me!
