End of holiday, again

My week’s holiday at home has become to an end. This time I really excelled myself, I didn’t get one single thing done on my 2 meter long “To do” list. Not even cleaning the oven. How lazy can one be? Spraying a product in the oven (20 seconds), leave it there for 3 hours and then wipe it off (30 seconds)?? But I did get a lot of other things done.

As a compensation for the world’s worst museum, I once again took the kids to the Post & Tele Museum. There I happened to pop in to my ex-French teacher as she joined the guided tour with her son. After the tour, my son said to the sweet guide “Thank you for the guided tour” and my daughter even more advanced “Thank you for teaching us things”. My French teacher was very impressed of their polite behavior, and I modestly said, well, that’s the way they are. It probably helped that I just had told them, (in Finnish) to thank nicely the guide or I will break their necks.

We also got to visit the Round Tower and Jens Olsen’s world clock. What the f… was that about? We were wondering that for about ½ hour, then left the City Hall quite puzzled. At home my time passed easily without even looking at my "To do" list. I was playing with Barbies and doll’s house, or trying to beat my son in Playstation. I really get into my role with the dolls, usually I am playing the mom and my 6-year old daughter my teenage daughter. In the middle of the play I am often yelling at my daughter why she came home too late last night or about having boys in her room. Shocked she looks at me, is this still just a play or what? Well, she certainly knows what to look forward to when she reaches her puberty.

I also take any competition seriously. My son has found out that I am a poor loser, so to avoid any more broken furniture or more draft from the broken windows, he now let’s me win at Playstation. Besides dressing the neighbors son in princess clothes (yes, I took pictures, and one day I will most likely blackmail him), a lot of tickling (poor people always find their fun), we danced to quite many music videos. Now the kids’ favorite music video is William Baldé’s “Rayon de soleil”. This is indeed a very catchy and a real feel-good song. So when we sit at the dinner table, first my son begins to sing “Humba, humba”, then my daughter joins him “Humba humba” and then I cannot keep myself from singing along “Humba humba”. My husband joins us with a quite loud “Shut up”; cannot he hear that this song is in French? He is supposed to sing now “Uuuuuun rayon de soleil, dort sur tes cheveux longs…” But again, not wanting to embarrass my husband because of his poor knowledge of French, I let him sing for a while “Shut up, shut up….”