Life

My dad is out of the Intensive Care Unit.
Last night, he ran a bit of a fever.
He sleeps a lot still, and has terrible, terrible pain.
Wish I could carry it for him, in his stead.

Yesterday, the boys, and especially me, needed something to occupy us with, get out of the house.
We went to boring-old-Ikea for a cheap breakfast, then to the Action to buy a cheap paddling pool (€2,49!) and a backpack for Son#3.

He chose the Bee Backpack himself, and is quite proud of it.
Look at them legs.

The husband started work again on Monday, and it's quite an adjustment for him after 3 weeks away.
He came home in a strange mood last night, and then went for a bike ride out in the countryside.
I think it did him good.
It's been a rude awakening to come back from a holiday in the South of France, and straight into the stress of my dad's hospitalization, and then work.

This morning, Son#3 is happily going to his new creche again (who would have thought?), and then Son#1 and #2 and I are driving to Dordrecht to buy a second-hand Playmobil Future Planet set that #1 wanted for his birthday, which is on Saturday.

I need to clean our house and the guest apartment.
We have a friend and his son coming over from Ljubljana this weekend.
But cleaning is tough when it's 33 degrees.
And when mind and heart are both in a hospital room in Africa.


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