For his birthday, Jay gave Molly her first hair cut. We’ll post photos after her hair grows again.
It’s Veronika’s wedding weekend we’re staying in a disgustingly dirty apartment.
There are no towels, no toilet paper, no coffee cups, no gas for cooking, but there’s a lot of meat in the freezer and a few big spiders.
Thanks to Grandma Moira and Grandpa Tony I get to enjoy this sunny morning without the baby or the dog. It’s very difficult to remember my life when I had no responsibilities – how did I spend my time?!
I must have been really bored! I bet it was lovely.
Thanks to Grandma Moira and Grandpa Tony and a pair of amazing earplugs, I slept for almost 11 hours last night – my mind’s amazed by the fact that I actually WANT to get out of the bed. Best sleep in eight months.
Sharing my childhood room with a baby and a dog. Molly’s finally not coughing at the moment and I could be sleeping if Klara wasn’t scared shitless of the wind outside and is now sitting next to my pillow, staring at the darkness and freaking me out.
After 9 hours of driving (out of which almost two hours were a torture with Molly’s constant groaning and screaming and coughing), we’re finally in Rijeka. Molly’s shouting and being generally grumpy, our family dog just puked, Klara’s barking at random things in the garden and I still have to unload the car. And there’s no one at home to help me. It’s difficult to stay positive.
Molly, Klara and I are driving to Croatia on our own.
Challenge no. 1: after the Austrian border, at the petrol station, I realised I left all of my bank cards at home. I had just enough money for the petrol and vignettes.
Jay’s doing the night shift tonight and I went out. We decided that I was going to sleep in the guest room to get proper sleep. When I came home, the bed was already made and there were my pajamas, eye mask, earplugs, a glass of water and paracetamol (for my Weißbier headache) – all waiting for me.
I have the best husband in the world.
Molly and I spent some time in the garden, chatting to our Croatian neighbours while watching them play table tennis. The woman was very bad at table tennis and small talk, equally.
Her husband, who has three grandsons, was quite happy to find out that Molly was a girl (despite her blue hoodie) because, apparently, “girls are a lot cuter”.
I have a feeling that tonight’s gonna be a good night because… Jay just went to the petrol station to get ice cream and chocolate! And then we’ll watch some TV.