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Showing posts with label A Day In My Life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A Day In My Life. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

A Day in My Life


Today is quite shiny.
Yesterday it rained quite a lot. My washing was all wet but today is drying.
As I woke up, I took from the washing machine more clothes to put on the line believing in the promess of a day full of sun. And it is. Sunny as it can be. And cold. Not the cold people are having in USA or even in UK, a more southern cold that makes shiver and wear gloves and carves.



Because of the dark days we had, my husband went to pick up some mimosas to bring some colour and “sun” inside the house.



Look at them, aren’t they nice?


Oh no, as I’m writing this the sun is going out again. Not that I don’t like a grey and rainy day, it’s just we are needing some sun.
That’s ok. It’s already afternoon and some more hours and we will have everybody at home, as the children come back from school.
But before I must go and do some shopping.



Today cooking won’t be a big deal because we will have yesterdays leftovers: lasagna, made by my husband.



The children like it so much that my husband always makes a lot.
And I like it too.

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Monday, December 15, 2008

A Day in My Life

Yesterday I was suposed to post about my day.

Every month, on the 14, at Little Jenny Wren, there is A Day in My Life.
Yesterday it was 14 and I wanted so much to join and I couldn't because my little girl was not well: fever, cough and vomiting. So, I was not able to participate.

Today I will post about my day yesterday.
First, in the morning, we went to Mass as we do every Sunday.
It was pouring rain but with some sun smiling sometimes.
Lucky we were, because the moment we went outdoor, there was the sun. The same when we arrived at Mass. The same when we went out.
Then we went to the market to buy some fresh bread. When we were going to the car to go home, it fell down the whole sky in the form of rain. We were so wet, the only thing we wanted was to go home as quickly as we could.
I was afraid that the baby (4,5 years old baby!) could feel worse because, when we went to Mass she was already a tiny bit feverish. So it happened. The poor girl really felt bad and wanted to stay on my lap all the afternoon.

I couldn't say it was a bad thing for me because I had a good excuse to stay seated all day. I was not feeling very well too.
We saw movies and had a good rest.
Today she's better, praise the good Lord.