Back in Vienna!
I had such a great 3 days with my parents in Berlin. I relaxed (read: acted like I was in a coma). I ate too much and received incredible presents from my Mommio. It was nice to have some parent time and pretend that I am the favourite. The weekend flew by and now I am back home and staring at an explosion of hot wheels and baked goods. The Mother in Law was over on Saturday and bought enough chocolate croissants to give the Kid type 2 diabetes three times over. Meh, at least the Kid is alive and well... maybe I should get him checked for scurvy.
I am about to head to the gym this morning. I feel like I need to spend the next 4.5 weeks de-toxing until Christmas. Gym visits and light eating are the name of the game! Ugh. Today I don't have to start work until noon due to shift work which actually works out perfectly - that gives me time to call in bacterial specialists in hazmat suits to spray this place down... I'm joking, it isn't that bad...except for the life form on the kitchen floor that has made a spoon its bitch.
After gym and shower, I will take the Kid to daycare and then head to the store for provisions (I'm making Japanese soup with chicken gyoza - inspired by the soup I ate with my mom on Friday) and then I need to unpack and do about 3 loads of laundry and clean the toilet and change sheets and put away clothes and kill whatever is growling under the sofa.
I won't be home until 8:30 tonight so I will miss seeing the Kid again, but it is good to know he can survive without me for a couple of days. It is hard, but possible. All in all, it was a great weekend and it was nice to have some TLC from the parents. Except for this incident: we watched Downton Abbey. I am not amused. The show has been out for a while and I know people have raved about it and I love period pieces but then I heard that sad things happened and I can't take sad things right now and my mother was all like "Let's watch the Downton Abbey Christmas Special, something Highlands!" and I specifically asked her "Do people die in this show? Is it depressing?" and my mother is like "no, no, totally not depressing!"... and so we watch it and my mother starts describing who's who:
"And then this guy comes back a cripple...Oh, and she caused a miscarriage... that's the baby of the daughter who died during child birth. Oh, he went to prison for killing his wife... She had breast cancer.."
WHAT?!?!? Betrayer! Gawd this show was devastating.. And the Christmas special wasn't very Christmassy, might I add. I am scarred. I am only watching Dora from now. Gah!
So, besides the terrible end of the Christmas Special on Downton Abbey, I had a great time in the German Capital. I can't wait to go back and visit again! Thanks Mommy and Daddy!
I am about to head to the gym this morning. I feel like I need to spend the next 4.5 weeks de-toxing until Christmas. Gym visits and light eating are the name of the game! Ugh. Today I don't have to start work until noon due to shift work which actually works out perfectly - that gives me time to call in bacterial specialists in hazmat suits to spray this place down... I'm joking, it isn't that bad...except for the life form on the kitchen floor that has made a spoon its bitch.
After gym and shower, I will take the Kid to daycare and then head to the store for provisions (I'm making Japanese soup with chicken gyoza - inspired by the soup I ate with my mom on Friday) and then I need to unpack and do about 3 loads of laundry and clean the toilet and change sheets and put away clothes and kill whatever is growling under the sofa.
I won't be home until 8:30 tonight so I will miss seeing the Kid again, but it is good to know he can survive without me for a couple of days. It is hard, but possible. All in all, it was a great weekend and it was nice to have some TLC from the parents. Except for this incident: we watched Downton Abbey. I am not amused. The show has been out for a while and I know people have raved about it and I love period pieces but then I heard that sad things happened and I can't take sad things right now and my mother was all like "Let's watch the Downton Abbey Christmas Special, something Highlands!" and I specifically asked her "Do people die in this show? Is it depressing?" and my mother is like "no, no, totally not depressing!"... and so we watch it and my mother starts describing who's who:
"And then this guy comes back a cripple...Oh, and she caused a miscarriage... that's the baby of the daughter who died during child birth. Oh, he went to prison for killing his wife... She had breast cancer.."
WHAT?!?!? Betrayer! Gawd this show was devastating.. And the Christmas special wasn't very Christmassy, might I add. I am scarred. I am only watching Dora from now. Gah!
So, besides the terrible end of the Christmas Special on Downton Abbey, I had a great time in the German Capital. I can't wait to go back and visit again! Thanks Mommy and Daddy!
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