Date Day

It's hard to think of all the wonderful things the husband and I got to do yesterday on our 'date day', when Son#2 has been fighting me at every turn and Son#3 has been constantly crying since 7 o'clock, and is continuing to do so.
Right now he is devastated, and I mean devastated that his balloon just burst.
Sigh.
I have a cold and a bit of a temper, I suspect Son#3 is also going down that route.

The husband and I drove to Dordrecht, but it was awful weather, so we walked in the rain to the Grote Kerk, drank coffee made by two lovely older ladies, then discovered the church.
Wonderful, simply wonderful.

The husband also found evidence that the church was actually built with Lego blocks, see evidence below, Exhibit#1:

After that, Museum van Gijn, which was surprisingly lovely, seeing as it's just an old house that has been kept intact since the 18-somethings.
Villa Augustus for Lunch.
Then we drove back to Breda to see 'We're the Millers'.
We laughed, ate popcorn, enjoyed it.

Now it's Wednesday with its inevitable rush and depletion of energy.

My dad went to the dentist yesterday for toothache.
A specialist dentist called them to say that there are lesions on his jaw from the multiple myeloma.
Cancer is a bitch, and a mean one at that.
Not only a bark, but a bite as well.

Son#3 is crying fervently now.
Time for coffee.
Dora the Explorer.
And paracetomol.


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