Milestones and what have you

Son #2 turned a whopping 10 this past week.

Mr Double Digits.

May it be a good year, Bucky.

He's such a good kid.

Carnival came and went.

I studied a lot and tried to get Son#1 to do the same.

It was semi successful.

The husband goes up and down on the Depression Scale.

My friend Sandra, whom I saw today, does the same.

I think that if you keep disturbing the water with your resistance to life, you'll never have a clear reflection of yourself and your life.

And at the end of the day, we die anyway.

Might as well make the very best of each day, right?

Caring all the time is draining, debilitating and I burn out to a crisp if it continues too long.

I send the husband to his parents.

The kids look after themselves.

I'm taking a shower and it's not even 18h00.

This is how we roll.

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A hard day's night

...and I've been working like a dog.

Sigh.

I spent this week in work hyperdrive, trying to finish everything before next week, a school holiday, arrives.

My first break since August that I won't be working.

11 hours behind a computer today.

Sigh.

Oh to run away and live a simple life with no-one around, arid ground, grasses and succulents, blazing sun and lots of books.

Where did we go wrong???

It's snowing and bitterly cold.

The kids had Carnaval at school.

Son#1 is still ill, poor bunny.

He's lost 5 kg (and there wasn't much flesh on those bones anyway).

Next week Tuesday there will be Carnaval floats driving past our house again, and I'll have to think of some outing so we can escape its madness.

Carnaval is not my thing.

If one is serious-minded/a nerd/boring-but-happy-that-way, having to defend one's anti-frivolous stance is tough. 

I don't 'get' frivolous.

Does that make sense?

For now, just rest.

Son#2, who falls asleep in my bed every night, is snoozing next to me.

He smells nice and I love him.

Louise the cat will come along shortly, sleeping on my feet all night.

She's half dog, I'm sure.

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Escapism 101

Sunday blues.

I've been running through all my 'how to avoid work tomorrow' -scenarios since midnight.

I catch myself typing words like 'escaping' and 'running away' in Google, hoping to find out what it looks like.

No answers yet.

Sons#2 and #3 are high on energy while Son#1 has swollen glands, a heavy cough and raccoon eyes.

No school tomorrow.

I have no idea how he'll catch up all his school work, considering he doesn't even keep up with regular homework...

We took Things #2 and 3 to the park in Breda to get rid of surplus energy.

Home, tv and a bit of red wine.

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Runrunrunrunrunaway

Son#1 has been ill for 3 days.

This morning we left the house to alleviate his cabin fever, & drove to Dordrecht for nice coffee.

He hangs and sags a lot, coughs his lungs out.

No longer a little boy, he's quickly catching up to my 1,74 m.

It is terribly cold, the bone-gnawing kind and we drove back from Dordt in snowy rain.

I left my piles and piles of exams at work - this will be the first weekend since September that I won't work or prepare. 

I should, but I won't [read: can't].

An oeuf is an oeuf

[enough = enough]

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