After a very long day and working like a dog we
went to the Italian at 8:30 PM where Marloes had booked a table for seven. I
could barely lift my fork as a result of all the carrying and plastering we did
but it was very nice to be there together. Both my bedrooms are ready for Mr. S
tomorrow morning to remove my carpet and replace it in the new house. I will
wait here and watch him work while the kids will sand the walls there one more
time before we’ll arrive there an hour or so later.
We’ve decided to do it that way because I am
too criticizing to stop sanding in time. I think that the walls could become
smoother but realize that I don’t have time to be a perfectionist on that.
Plus, I wouldn’t be able to lift my arm anymore when I would continue.
Anyway, it was good to have a break with all
the kids in the restaurant. And to have them helping me. Did I tell you already
how wonderful they are? I love them to bits. Am I sentimental? And no, I’m not
drunk from the Italian wine, although exhaustion can have the same kind of
effect on me. And with my hair still tangled from the sanding powder I can say
that I am plastered though.
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