Holidays mode on


Last post was April, one month before Laura’s birthday and two before mine. We celebrated the girls’ birthday on a sunny Saturday of May, with lots of kids and adults, and as usual I was too busy making sure the food was out and warm and everyone was ok to enjoy the party myself. Elsa (from Frozen) came over, everyone had an amazing time, and this is what matters.


My mum has been around since early May, helping out with the house and other stuff. I’m not sure how the garden will survive when she lives, how the clothes will be as clean as they are (she is better than Vanish), how the house will keep itself tidy during the week, and how the dinner will get made. Four months of help and comfort life, one can easily get used to it.


Work… never mind work. I’m working and I’m grateful for it. No plans to move on just yet. Lots going on, the usual frustrations, the usual great things too. Unlike the previous job, I’m in this one for four year and it feels like 14. It just means that there are changes on a monthly basis, which is both exciting and unsettling.


Holidays… now we are talking. Counting down for our two weeks in Italy, one of my favourite places in the world. I.cannot.wait. Is it too bad that all I can think of is pizza, spaghetti and ice cream? Well, this is a lie. I am actually looking forward to see the girls reaction to this trip. All Laura can talk about is… America. She wants to go to the US to… buy toys. We are trying to keep her excited about Italy with the prospect of eating ice cream every day. And going to the pool and beach too, but she is not so excited about these two. I am also hoping that we will be able to go on a gondola in Venice. We didn’t go the first time, but it’s one of those things that I really need to tick off the list.


School holidays are flying. Another three weeks and it’s back to school. I dread it more than Laura.


Both Laura and Beatrice are doing really well. I can’t believe they are 5 years (and 2 months) and 2 years (and 3 months) old already. This year is flying, and although I don’t want them to grow up too quickly (neither I want to get old), I just want this year to end. Such a weird one.


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