While I was taking my *break* and spending time with my daughter in Milano, I kept on thinking about making some changes, getting out of the routine habbit, just letting go...I managed well with my daughter. I used to wake up when she did, make her some breakfast , while she was getting ready in the bathroom, make some coffee for me, and talk with her about our daily plans...meet her at "Sunflower cafe" during her break...and come pick her up later in the evening....then we'd just see what happens. Worked out very well, indeed.
So, now, some of you would be thinking, whats the big deal...where's the difference. Well, the difference is that I never had such routine with my daughter, and the experience was great. Real easy going , no stress, no worries...no big plans...just wait and see and let the day unfold. No watching the time...or asking myself did I do this or that...or is this ready and is that ok....is everything under controll....no unnecessary questions and no unnecessary answers, no funny and surprised looks at me or the same kind of looks back from me...it was just smooth - easy - livin, and it felt GREAT.
Now, coming back home, finding the rest of the family / 3 men: 47, 23, 10 / in good health...no one went crazy cuz mom was not around, they ate well, they made their beds, they cleaned the house, did the laundry...the world didn't fall apart....so, mom was back, and they were back being themselves, waiting for the meals to be served, not making their beds, not cleaning the house and no laundry.
Fine! I gave them their old life back for two days...then I decided to make a difference.
Got up one morning, just glanced at the beds, having no intention of doing anything about it, I did make a meal , but left it on the cooker, I stayed in my pyjamas, I made un effort not to sit at my computer, but took some pillows and my favorite plaid and made myself confy on the sofa in the living room, with a pile of magazines beside me, I made sure the TV remote was hidden under my pillows...and waited.
47 and 10 come home first for lunch. Now the show beagan. It was hard staying cool-faced and not ROFL-ing.
First question was,: "Are you feeling well ?"
" Sure...just perfect", was my answer.
Some more walking around the house...the table was not set, the beds were not done, it took them quiet some time to realize, yet not realizing what was going on realy...the next question:
" Ummm, can we eat now?"
"Sure, help yourselves",......trying very hard to look real busy reading a magazine and hiding behind it...so they would not see me biting my lips.
So, they serve themselves, they eat. It took some real hard effort not to get up and see where they left the plates...but I managed to stick cuddled in my sofa.
10 goes direct to his Play Station and 47 comes to the sitting room, cuz this is the time to see the news or just doze of for 1/2 an hr. Well...no remote. Another question:
"Would you like anything, Shandy, maybe?"
"Oh, yes, tx, that would be nice"...so I get my Shandy, and now start realy to injoy my day.
47 sits at his own precious sofa...but looks like he can't doze off....something is buggin him...so questions just keep on commin.
" Are you sure, you'r ok, is there anything I did, common, Lila, this is freaking me out, I mean ever since we came home, your so quiet, you haven't even yelled at us or told us to do anything, or asked us anything......you sure you'r ok?"
"Yep"....turning the next page on my magazine.
47 goes back to work...and here comes 23.
"I'm home!!!!!", shouts 23.
"Mmmmmhhmmmm"....says I .
Soon, seeing I'm not sitting at my computer, looks for me, and finaly finds me in the sitting room, all confy, reading magazines.
"Hey, you OK?"
"Mmmmhmmm".
Wonders off, enters the kitchen, and I hear:
" What the #%&* are all these plates doing at the table....MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM?"
"Mmmmmmm?"
Now he's back in the sitting room both arms on the door way looking at me...
"You, sure you'r OK?"
"Yeah, fine, and you?"
"I'm hungry, can I eat now?"
"Sure, you can, go serve yourself."
I hear some weird sounds in the kitchen..plates going in the washer...*kling* and *klang* and #$%&......then the micro wave...ding...and silence.
After some time...again the *kling* and *klang* and ##%%@@ mumling, washing or whatever sounds from the kitchen...I was now starting to injoy this day.
So 23 goes into the study and yells at 10:
"Get off that PS, don't ya have any homework to do!!"
10 says back:
" And what's wrong with you, today? Mom is weird, dad had to serve us lunch and didn't watch TV today, and you never yell, MOM does that."
<<BAAANNGGG> I could hear the entrance door slam and soon after 23's car wrooom , wrooom , wroooooooooooom.........
So, 10 realy knows how to take advantage of the situation, keeps on Playing his PS...47 comes back in the evening, finds me ...where he last saw me, 23 comes back too....they all prepare their dinner, 10 goes and finishes his homework, both 23 and 47 clean the kitchen and come to the sitting room...both standing like statues infront of me and staring at me. I look up at them , seeing that even 10 has joined the statue formation, so I say:
"Mmmmm?"
47 and 23 just leave the sitting room and 10 giggles saying:
"Oh boy, Mom, you realy gave it to THEM , today!!!"
I throw a magazine at him , jump off the sofa and chase him yelling:
"Hey u little smart *** you'r next, don't you think I'm done yet, you'll see what I've got for you...just wait till I catch you...!!!!!!!!!"
Running and yelling at 10, and passing by 23 and 47 I could hear them say:
"Thank God, we're back to normal!"
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