Have fun!

Posted by: fracas on April 19 @ 1:13 pm

The funfair is in town. You notice this from the constant stream of people taking on the annual pilgrimage to the city centre where the attractions are waiting. Music is streaming out of speakers strategically put at the entrance of each attraction. Flashing lights adorn every square meter as far as the eye can see. I’m met by the smell of sugar spin and lollipops. It’s sickly, sweet smell is overtaken by an even more sweeter odour when a group of young teenagers passes me. Their designer fragrances, or cheap imitations of, completes the experience.

Victoria wants to try out all the attractions. Reinout gives her 20 euros with the parting words “Have fun!”. We retreat to Ludic where we can follow it all on a safe distance. It’s Thursday evening and I feel the weekend is going to be a particular good one. My intuition doesn’t fail me.

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Friday is in fact Sebastian’s 2 month birthday. Time flies. And at the same time it feels like he’s always been a member of our family. Anniversaries are there to be celebrated and I book a table at Restaurant Fris, an absolute pearl in Haarlem cuisine. It’s a fantastic evening, Victoria has brought a game which we play and as the wine and food is served I throw my diet out the window and savour on the excellent gastronomic delights that are being served. I also become somewhat tipsy. We battle ideas and convictions, which in my delight I win when I prove the point that Languedoc is a coastal district and not in the middle of France. My happiness knows no boarders!

We take a taxi back and I fall asleep on the couch in front of the TV only to be woken at midnight. My nap has invigourated me and I don’t want the night to end…not just yet. I probe and poke Reinout until he wakes up. “Honey, I want to play with you”

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I don’t fall asleep until 5 am. Largely because I’m waiting for Sebastian to wake up, which he does around 4.30. After feeding him I can relax. At least for three more hours. So with three hours of sleep I wake up to a headache. Reinout wants to relax so I take Victoria into town for lunch at Bagels and More. We find a beautiful bikini for her trip to Malta. She’s leaving in a week with her dad and is incredibly excited. I’m excited too! I get some rest.

The weather is fantastic and I decide to go for a run in the late afternoon. I haven’t been running since I was about three months pregnant. It goes well and I manage 6 km.
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Sunday Morning

I sleep until noon – with interruptions of course. But still. It feels fantastic. Reinout asks if I want coffee. “Yes please” I say happily at the prospect of getting some hot caffeine juice.
“Me too” he says. I was expecting that. I know his domestic strategies by now. I ease myself out of bed and notice how stiff I am. Must be the run from yesterday. It makes me happy. No pain no gain…