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Friday. I survived the playdate. I couldn’t wait until it was over to tell my son the reasons why I didn’t want his friend here, so when he got home from school I said: “You didn’t help tidying up and your friend is coming. That means that today is the LAST playdate you have until after the summer holidays”. He just said OK. I have to admit that I felt a bit bad for using that cheap excuse but he didn’t give a crap. It was like he pondered: “Helping mom + having a friend over vs. playing alone” and playing alone won the battle… Or, he just freaking knows I’m a softie and he’ll end up doing whatever the hell he wants. But we’ll see, my feelings against Princess “I’m Here And I Want Everyone To Know It” are pretty strong.

Minutes before the boy got here, my oldest son asked me:
“Mom, why don’t you like the mother?”
“It’s hard to explain. So when she comes, just observe her and you tell me, OK? And if one day you want to piss me off, get a girlfriend who acts like that”.
“OK. What can we eat?”
“I’m baking a chocolate cake, wait a bit and it’ll be ready”
“So, let me get this… You don’t like the boy but you are baking a cake for when he comes?”
“…” silence.
“That’s not good. Why don’t you just give us store bought cookies and we have the cake later?”
“…” I took a few seconds to answer and then I asked my other kids. “Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“Of course”
It’s so nice when they all agree!

Soon after, the dreaded time came and I was really glad they were a bit late. And let me tell you, the five minutes conversation I had with the mother when she brought the boy here were more stressful than the two hours with the boy.
He was quiet and nice or completely scared, that’s hard to say.
My oldest son said: “Why the f#$k does he stare at us? It seems he never saw people before!”. I had to agree, that was very creepy. But apart from that, it was ok.

Then we had dinner and I said: “Only the ones who answer the question correctly, can have cake”.
So I asked questions that I knew they could easily answer. But, hell I was wrong. How the f#$k 7 + 7 equals 13??? I couldn’t stop shaking my head. I’m not exaggerating when I say that my daughter did 7 + 7 already 350 times. It’s like EVERY DAY she gets 7 + 7 as homework… How could she miss that one?!
All the same with the other kids. What the f#$k do they learn at school?!?
“It seems that I’ll be eating the whole cake!!”
Then I asked my youngest son: “How do you say bicycle in German?”. The answer is Fahrrad. I knew that he knew the answer and I really wanted him to say it right. Instead of that, he got really nervous and asked for a little help.
So I said: “Fa….??”
“F#$k you!”
We all bursted out laughing. I thought I was going to die laughing. OMG! There’s not denying that HE’S MY BOY!!

Remember me saying how much I hate all this kids related (school) crap? Like waking up early, getting lunch boxes ready, remembering to do laundry before they run out of underwear… Well, I do hate it but I will hate even more the day when they are all grown up and gone.

And IT’S FRIDAY, I’M IN LOVE! And I just found this song that reminds me of the long trips we used to take with my parents when I was younger.
My dad loves music and my mom gets crazy with 95% of all the music so she was never thrilled when my dad got a new tape at the gas station because she knew the tape was going to be listened side to side and over and over until we got to our destination…
You know, I grew up in the 70’s/80’s and this song was in one of the summer mixes. (Or summer tortures as my mom would call them).
I just read the lyrics for the first time and I got goosebumps. Life is so f#$king short.

Enjoy Alphaville,

FOREVER YOUNG
(written by Bob Dylan, Rod Stewart, K. Savigar & Jim Cregan)

Let’s dance in style, let’s dance for a while,
Heaven can wait we’re only watching the skies.
Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst,
Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?

Let us die young or let us live forever
We don’t have the power, but we never say never
Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip
The music’s for the sad man.

Can you imagine when this race is won?
Turn our golden the faces into the sun,
Praising our leaders, we’re getting in tune
The music’s played by the, the madman.

Forever young,
I want to be forever young.
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever, and ever (x2)

Some are like water, some are like the heat
Some are a melody and some are the beat
Sooner or later they all will be gone
Why don’t they stay young?

It’s so hard to get old without a cause
I don’t want to perish like a fading horse
Youth’s like diamonds in the sun,
And diamonds are forever

So many adventures given up today,
So many songs we forgot to play.
So many dreams swinging out of the blue
Oh let it come true.

Forever young,
I want to be forever young.
Do you really want to live forever,
Forever, and ever? (x3)

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source:

metrolyrics.com

~ by DotedOn on May 27, 2016.