you call that a vacation?
Boy14 and I remove flotsam and jetsam from his soon to be renovated bedroom and start soaking and scraping off old wallpaper. Mr. M has Very Important Meeting to attend and cannot start holidays until Tuesday.
Tuesday October 23
Four-year-old friend and his English mum come to visit for the afternoon. I ignore spilled apple juice on carpet, cookie crumbs on sofa and endless whining. I was a pre-schooler once too.
Wednesday October 24
I emerge from the hairdresser's at 9:30 a.m. looking absolutely stunning. We celebrate this miracle by going on a family outing to buy new laminate flooring and wallpaper. Mission accomplished, I contract yet another mysterious tropical disease and spend the rest of the day draped across the sofa like a dying swan, recovering just in time to be able to cook dinner and start the laundry marathon. Two loads in, the 12-yr-old washing machine refuses to wash or spin any more. Guarantee ran out 10 years ago. It's not worth fixing either. Oh oh.
Thursday October 25
Mr. M and I set off in search of a new machine. Look, here's one and it's 20% off! I am washing again by 10 a.m. Isn't it shiny?
In the afternoon we smoke some rainbow trout with the neighours and eat at their place later.
I am your worst nightmare
Friday October 26
Spend all day wallpapering Boy14's room, nearly getting a divorce and putting kids up for adoption in the process. You know the deal, it's the ol' German wood chip wallpaper that you paint over afterwards. Double the fun. Did I also mention that this room is under the roof? That means extra math skills that I don't have. I would have liked to have done the job all by myself, but wallpapering? It takes two, baby. There's just no way around it. We manage to avoid killing each other.
Good thing we're invited to a friend's house for dinner 'cause there's NO way I'm going to cook anything for my (temporarily) estranged husband and those ne'er-do-well kids. Hmphh.
Saturday October 27
Mr. M and the boys go to the flea market, leaving me to sleep in. I emerge from the shadows at about 10:30 a.m., my favourite getting up time.
Mr. M: Good morning, Mausilein! I brought you flowers. Am I your Schmusebacke [strange German term of endearment] again?
Me: Oh, you know you're always my Schmusebacke, but sometimes I just hate your guts, OK? Especially when wallpaper is involved. Mmm...these flowers are really pretty, though. Thanks.
Mr. M: I thought you'd like them. How about now? Do you hate my guts now?? Huh? Huh?
Me: I guess not.
Mr. M: So does that mean that you and me...I mean...that we might have a chance to...you know...um...later?
Me: Hmm. I'm still ever so slightly miffed. I'll think about it and let you know.
Sunday October 28
Walls have been painted, new floor is installed. Furniture is next.
Monday October 29 - Tuesday November 30
Room is finito. Cannot take pictures yet because it's full of crapola that needs to be put away. It looks fabulous though. I want my own room too!
Wednesday October 31
Happy Halloween! Sadly, we had no trick-or-treaters this year. Guess who ate most of the candy? Except for the mini Bounty bars because, ewww. Anyone want those?
looks like a few more visits to the orthodontist are in order
Bite him before he bites you
you expect me to eat that stuff?
Thursday November 1
I take kids to see Ratatouille. Delicious. Go see it.
Friday November 2 - Saturday November 3
My mind is a blank. Oh wait, that's because I'm trying to block out Mr M's Die Hard marathon. The first three movies in a stunning DVD set. Gahhhh. I can't figure out why my better half gets so annoyed when I refer to them as Bruce Willis in a Dirty Undershirt 1, 2 and 3.
Sunday November 4
Several weeks ago a dear neighbour of my in-law's passed away. She was in her late 80's and had been saying for ages that it was time to go, that she'd had enough. She finally did make a peaceful exit and my mother-in-law asked if we'd like to have any of her things since her family had no use for them. I chose these blue and white Ridgway Staffordshire dishes in the "Windsor" pattern. I think they're so pretty with the birds and the flowers and all. There are six dinner plates, six large soup plates, two serving bowls, one oval platter and three smaller soup bowls with saucers. A nice remembrance of a sweet lady.
As a family of four who like to entertain, we thought it might be nice to have a few more of the smaller soup bowls. Ask and you shall receive because yesterday I managed to score six of them for a song at eBay. I am happy. Now you can come over for soup, too.
Although we didn't get everything on our To Do list accomplished in the past two weeks, we still celebrated the end of all our hard work with homemade sushi à la Mausi.
Yesterday it was back to the old grind. And you know what? I'm OK with that.