Domestic life has resumed its previous state of relative normality. It's 9:20 am, the kids are sleeping in. I'm stealing a moment to update the blog which I have neglected for the month.
My mum was here for the past 4 weeks, and she left yesterday. Oma, we called her. When she's around, there is no need for me to lift a finger to do any housework. Oma cooks, washes, cleans, takes out the garbage, iron the clothes. Even so, I still whinge, I still complain, I still throw tantrums at good ol' mum. I've become her little girl once again.
Life was good, there was more activity, more noise in the house. But wicked EggEgg has not taken to it well. When he realised that Oma is here to stay for a while, he was at his poorest form I have ever seen. He didn't want to be helped by Oma, nor to be touched, nor to eat her prepared food, nor to play with her. I can see the sadness in Oma's eyes, not being able to connect to this grandson whom she had pined for for a year.
Luckily, there is little Cola to redeem Oma's heart. The smiley baby. The easy baby. The one who enjoyed being bathed, changed, settled by Oma.
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