Thursday, January 9, 2014

Fisticuffs

Last night, dinner.
The husband came home in a bad mood, and scolded Son#2 and #3 for getting undressed down to their underpants.
When you're 5 and 2, you like to be naked.
Mmmm.
His bad mood landed on the wrong soil, so I left the dinner table early, told the male companions in the house to clean up, and lay down on my bed with a book and wine.




Later, Son#1 and #2 crawled into bed with me and we watched Rapunzel.
And by 21h30, I was sleeping like a baby.
There is only so much moping that I can handle.


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