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Spare Parts

We were coming back from Wolf's school around noon today. I had to carry Tyl on my arm, because Mrs.B had taken the car to the garage and the buggy was still in the car's booth. We were also out of bread, so we made a detour to the bakery shop. With Tyl on my left arm, a large loaf of bread in my right hand and still a long way to go, I didn't have much patience for Wolf, who was dragging his feet.

Wolf: 'Daddy, I'm tired. My leg hurts.'

Me: 'Ill buy you another one when it falls off. Now move on!'

 

Define 'Normal'

Things are slowly turning back to normal. Mrs.B is still hopping around with extra support beams (her crutches), but at least she's able to support some of her weight on her left foot. That makes it much easier to move about the house, get dressed, climb stairs and generally do things. On the other hand, every day it becomes clearer that the baby's delivery is neigh, because she's more and more restricted in her movements by her ballooning belly.

Today she returned to work for the first day, with the car because last Friday we tested if she could operate the clutch with her bad foot, and she could. So if all goes more or less well, I'll see my wife and car again this evening. Ooooh, the excitement!

So this morning I found myself back waiting for the bus - riding the bus - waiting for the train - riding the train - walking to work again. These last three weeks I took the car because I had to drop Wolf off at the childcare / playground. Then, it was a mad dash to get to work in time - but invariably arrive late - and in the evening I had to sneak out early to pick him up before 6pm. I guess commuters taking the motorway between Brussels and Antwerp will feel much safer now. Today and tomorrow, Wolf will be staying at my parents', but later this week his mother will bring him to the playground.

Frankly, it's a bit of a relief that I don't have to do everything on my own any more, even though Mrs.B is still limited to doing things seated or hopping on one leg. Yesterday I really felt drained of all energy, I was barely able to stay up. And between a toddler that demands attention and a wife that demands the remote control and a glass of water and the light to be turned off/on and her pills and fresh clothing and this and that, there's not much chance of taking a nap.

Ye Fatigue Is Upon Me

Week-ende oh week-ende!

Where areth thou, oh week-ende?

Zombie From Outer Space

Today I will mainly be a wreck, as I was yesterday and during the weekend and Friday. I know it’s fashionable to say your busybusybusy, but let’s say I’m very fashionable at the moment. I have to finish a working version of my database by Friday and a four-year development programme together with my colleague by the end of April. The wedding is getting ever closer and after finding our house we now have to get a loan and start the registration procedure.

I’m so tired I’m feeling all whoppy and woozy in my head, it feels like the inside of a Dyson vacuum cleaner. And to top it all off I’ve got a serious case of diarrhoea. No matter how busy it is on the streets or in the train stations, there’s a triangle behind me five meters deep and four meters wide where no-one dears to tread for fear of being gassed. When I passed the European Commission building last week during the European Summit, I almost got arrested on suspicion of planning a terrorist gas attack.

So I’m going to see the doctor this afternoon, I hope I get better before I leave for Niger on Friday. It’s the hot season now, which means it’s somewhere between 45° and 55°C in the shade. The way I’m feeling at the moment, I won’t be able to cope with that. I’ll turn to pudding the moment I set foot on the tarmac.

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