Friday, February 20, 2009
When The Cat's Away
The children are at my parents for a couple of days and Jesper and I have just gone craaaazy with the unexpected freedom. There's dirty dishes everywhere, noone makes the bed, we stay up all night watching The Wire (really loud too, we're just regular gangsters), leaving the livingroom covered in leftovers and clothes, and sleep late in the mornings (if you consider anything after seven o'clock late). It's very different.
Last night we went out to dinner and spent too much money and ate too much crème caramel. And today after work I was supposed to go home and clear out the attic, but instead I had a cup of tea and fell asleep. Tomorrow I think we might actually go OUT for breakfast. We haven't done that in a very long time. And after that it's time to drive down into the countryside and get the kids. Who will be so happy to see us that they'll be like angels for about ten minutes. After that everything goes back to normal. Which is brilliant in it's own way.
I wonder what Leo would do with unexpected freedom? Would he even notice it? Maybe this whole post doesn't make any sense unless you have young kids around on a daily basis. In that case, sorry guys. This was never meant to be a married-with-children-blog. Though, of course, I am. So I guess, in some ways, it is.