Wild days...

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 And here the whining starts: From experience I know that the days spent with family number three are always hard- be it cooking (those children are horrible when it comes to menue managing, as is their mother), sleeping arrangements (they insist on having two bedrooms, that's why number four left two days earlier than he had intended), sleeping habits (or better, non-sleeping habits, because Elsa and Matthäus are used to getting up at five in the morning, and no one tells them that six or six thirty is the magic time to get out of bed, and not a minute earlier). But worst was that the parents were shamelessly ravaging my stock of groceries without even asking. Freshly squeezed fruit juice, bought for my digestive system? Opened up and half of it drunken by DiL. Chorizo I bought for the pizza hubby wants to do on Monday? Already eaten, even though DiL needed to savour quite a lot of slices, before she thought it had a hint of alcohol in it and she did not like it. When I found son happily munching the peanuts I had set aside for today's cooking I had enough and poured me a glass of wine- at six in the evening, completely ignoring the no wine before nine rule. I would have preferred the choc-vodka-valium latte, but we had neither vodka nor valium in the house. The good thing with me drinking wine at this time of the day was that I finally told son off. Funny that he readily accepted the scolding. In some ways I even understand him- at home he is the one who gets told to eat up what his offspring despises, which is quite a lot. This morning, when mummy told him to eat up what Elsa had left on her plate he refused and told her to eat it herself. Mummy's glare was murderous, and I had to run to the kitchen so that she was not able to hear me laughing. By God, that lady is a dominant one! Elsa was her usual self- loud, louder, loudest, picky but happy that she had the pool and two days of fine weather. She swims like a mermaid but has the physique of a plump giantess. Nothing can be done about her height (she is 1,41 metres at the age of not yet six and a half), but thanks to her mum's feeding she is clearly overweight. And what did mum feed her? Only things that weren't on the menue, like the gummi bears the girl found when snooping, the chocolate I had set aside for baking, cookies from the drawer. Worst was that the three (dad had water only) drank eight and a half litres of apple juice. That's overkill thanks to sugar. Watered juice should have been enough, but no... only the best is good enough. It's never enough with what I give, feed them. Only the best- for instance, I bought a unicorn school cone (20 euro). The things I put into (and DiL picked out) were worth 30 euros. Then DiL chose a Lego for 49 euro as the "small" present I wanted to add to the cone. Small, indeed, but only the best is good enough! Back home from shopping DiL took a nap which ended when it was time for lunch and started anew after lunch. BTW, Lunch I had to do all alone, because hubby was in Salzburg for a matinée. And all that after a sleepless night- neighbours two houses away from ours are on holidays, their son stayed at home, ergo techno party until six in the morning. Had I known that neighbour next door´s garden party was to last until one in the morning I might have poured me more wine. That would not have kept me and the rest of the family from waking up, when at two in the morning a thunderstorm rattled the blinds. But the worst is over now- family number three is back home, all towels are washed (two per person a day, now guess how many hubby has put into the washing machine), the beds have fresh beddings and I was finally able to do an after-lunch nap. No fun at the pool today, but maybe tomorrow and on Tuesday, before another cold spell will hit us, one that will last into September, and then it´s about time to clear the water out and prepare for the cold season. That´s sort of sad, because each time the weather was warm (not very often) hubby brought in family, while I had to wait for bathing until they left and I was able to do a bit of swimming without risking vampire eyes...