Week 3

Week 3. Actually, almost week 5. I’m trying to catch up but I put priority in the house. I already know that I’ll never catch up with laundry so I don’t even understand why I bother. Maybe because I don’t like when my kids complain about not having anything to wear. That’s not true. The truth is that they don’t like to look for the clean clothes in the baskets. Because I still have issues with that. I don’t mind washing, drying and folding. My problem is putting everything back in its place. That’s what kills me.
I know it’s easier to find everything in the closet and my kids know it. What I’m trying to do is to teach them that in order to find clothes there, the clothes should be put there in the first place. And that EVERYONE could do that, not only me. So it’s either “we all do it” or they have to look in the baskets or wait until I feel like doing the awful job. And that doesn’t happen so often.

News this week: Sweet husband passed the driving test, found a job and got the letter to pick up his residence permit card. Maybe now I can relax. Or at least, have something less to worry about.

My plants, the ones that bloomed, look quiet good except the tomatoes that you can tell they are not so happy about the low temperatures at night. They look a bit yellowish.
We ate some leaf lettuce and it tasted wonderfully. Also the two radishes that we harvested, were very nice.
Our dreamed corn field will look like one if we plant more seeds soon, otherwise it’ll be like a scattered land with some corn plants.

I’m not sure if I ever mentioned that my husband and ex have a very good relationship. So good, that it’s awkward to me. In a way, I’m super happy because that’s good for my kids. I really don’t need my ex saying crap about Bobby. He can save all the shit he has inside, only for me. Like he always did.
Anyway, it’s kind of reciprocal so I’m not complaining.

I don’t want to write a long post so I’ll save something to write in the next one.