Rrrrotterdam

We never made it to Amsterdam.
It was just too damn far away.
First we all had tantrums.
Then, deciding that Amsterdam was too far, we chose Rotterdam instead (50% discount in travelled kilometers).

But, en route to Rotterdam, the husband failed to find his wallet and we had to turn back.
Delayed for another 30 minutes.

Son#3 bashed Son#1 in the car.
We stopped to change seats.
So I got bashed instead.

Finally in Rotterdam, we went to the museum of natural history (don't bother going, we were in and out within 30 minutes and the kids were told off not to run).  Humph.

So we walked through the park (which is just behind the hospital where Son#2 was born, Barbra Streisand's Memories coming to mind) to the Boijmans van Beuningen museum, loved it, just a pity that the husband had had his fill of the boys by then, and they wouldn't cooperate in return.

I'll go again one day.

On my own.
No tension but my own, thankyouverymuch.

Glorious cafe with views of gardens and fountains.
Sigh.
Simply lovely.

Back to the car, and home again.
Son#3 has become mobile, and boy oh boy but he is mobile.
Climbs stairs, onto chairs, tables, pulls everything off cupboards and shelves, demands a lot more attention.
So he's deposited in his playpen, and I'm drinking cider.
Not too shabby, darling.
The good, devoted, and sober mother.
Ha.