Thursday blurred into Friday (or the other way around).Malú normally goes to my mom and dad on Thursdays, but she stayed home today, because she had a slight fever yesterday evening.
Work was fine. I was on the late shift, which is from 10am - 7pm. Came home, had dinner. Not too long after I come home from the late shift, Malú drinks her milk and we take her to bed. We then just watch tv and I will hit the internet for a while. Wanted to get my hair cut and coloured Friday. My hair dresser went bankrupt a while ago, so I needed to look for a new one. I was sooo bummed, because I really liked them. Then my sister texted me on Monday saying the hair dresser was taken over and was open with the same staff. So Friday was my next option. I woke up early on Friday morning feeling so sick, my stomach felt bloated. It didn't take long before I ran for the bathroom. I called for Herbert (my boyfriend) and I threw up. I felt better afterwards, so I still had my hopes up, but switched my alarm off. A couple of hours later, I made a second run. I kid you not, I sat on the toilet with a bucket and those are all the details I will give you. Poor Herbert did not feel well either, but he got up with Malú. I stayed in bed all day. Didn't get up until 7pm or so. Talked to my mom and dad, because they will be leaving to go up north for a couple of days. I ate a piece of rush with sugar. I pushed myself to stay up until Malú went to bed. We then both crashed around 9pm. Just awesome with Vastelaovend coming up.
And that is how Thursday blurred into Friday ...
Love, Astrid xx
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