... Dear diary! ... 
Review: Sunday, 05 December 2010
... It gibt Momente im Leben, da bereut man einfach, daß man eine große Klappe hat...
"Gut. Dann sage ich mal oben auf der Station bescheid und dann bleiben Sie erstmal ein paar Tage hier." Der nette Mann im weißen Kittel greift entschlossen zum Telefon, in der anderen Hand hält er mein Röntgenbild wie eine Trophäe in die Höhe und äugt mit zusammengekniffenen Augen auf meine Lunge und meine Rippen.
"Hier? Aber das geht nicht! Ich kann nicht hier bleiben! Ich habe 2 Kinder, wie soll das denn gehen?"
Fast schon beleidigt legt er den Hörer auf seinen Schreibtisch.
"Gut, wie Sie meinen, es kann Sie ja niemand zwingen! Wenn für genügend Ruhe zu Hause gesorgt ist, können Sie das mit den Medikamenten auch zu Hause versuchen, obwohl ich Ihnen rate, hier zu bleiben!"
In meinem Kopf spielt sich gerade im Schnelldurchlauf ein Tagesablauf bei uns zu Hause ab...
"Oh nööööööö, Mama! Ich will jetzt aber noch nicht aufstehen!"
"Neeeeeeeeele, jetzt hör` auf zu Trödeln, der Bus wartet auch nicht auf DICH!"
*Kreisch* "Maaaaaaaaama, der Lennard hat meiner Barbie den Kopf abgerissen, oh Mann Du bist so ein Affe, Maaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"
"Oooh Lennard, jetzt laß` mich in Ruhe! Maaaaaaaaama, der Lennard macht ständig meine Schienen von der Eisenbahn kaputt!"
"Gib` das her, I was first! "
" No do we still not clean teeth, first look Sandman "
..." Do not you have at home the opportunity to rest? "
" Yes, yes, this does no problem ": o)
... Yes, yes, I would have known what to expect ...
crawling on all fours, I returned to my car, which felt 18.7 km of the hospital and drive away is totally home exhausted.
Monday morning, Dec 06 2010th
my mattress and I were draped lovingly by my divine husband in the bedroom's living room before he went to work for me closer to the action am ...
Luckily for me is still that today, thanks to the snow, the school fails and I have 2 children at least until 17:00 alone can keep them happy.
My son has the habit of loving to be in top form 6:00, then one has at least something from the day ...
you had already plays a really bad lung infection? Actually, one is convinced it does not survive.
"Mamaaaa?"
"Hmmmm .....?" I make it not even to open the eyes ...
"I'm hungry." The Mini
of almost 2 years now climbs on my chest and can be comfortably down on me, "Lenny and food, Mama!"
"Yes, it goes into the kitchen and look what you made ..."
on my forehead and my upper lip are beads of sweat ...
some point, I am awakened by loud breathing noise, now it's light outside.
I open my eyes slowly see in close-up my son from me.
"Lennard, what are you doing?" He is trying me on all the clipping hair clips in her hair, which he found to be Nutella-smeared face reveals what his sister organizes for breakfast.
"Mom, now that you're awake, I wanted to ask you if we can watch the new DVD of Pipi Long stump and Emil of Maple Hills?"
"Yes, yes, you make it!" I am miserable ...
My iPhone rings, I highly shrink. Oh god, half 2? The credits of the Pee DVD collection runs across the screen, sit my children as pegged on the couch.
on the table mountains of chocolate pudding and leergelöffelten Leibniz zoo animals.
around my entire body is built the rails of the wooden train, you might think that the collection of evidence from the crime scene * * would have been here in the meantime.
"Mom, that was cool, the Pipi totally makes funny things and is not in the school!"
Oh God, I should survive this one, i will thanks Pipi Longstocking two behavioral problems Children have until the end of my days, which have sucked up every scene like blotting paper!
"Hmmm ...?"
"Yes dear, I am."
Oh, My husband ...
"I just wanted to ask how it works?"
"?"
"treasure?"
"Hmmmm ... I'm doing no good ... I can not get up once to feed our children here only of nonsense!"
"You can stand up so well?"
"???"
"treasure?"
"Hmmm ...?" Beads of sweat running down my on the temple. "Honey, you'll at least an hour before closing time ? Make "
Silke. I can not go past here just because you have a cold! "
____________________________ * silence *
I keep my iPhone from my eyes, look at the big end * * Button in bright red ..
War yes just `ne question, I come` quite clear, "and hang up.
17:30. Gögi comes home.
The jute rug in the living room can only guess, it looks like after an explosion, every car's and Lego bricks ... Somewhere in between. I
? Hello treasure is, well, you `s better," he kneels in front of my mattress and leans in to me Eye level.
Sure, I'm feeling terrific, I think ...!
"Hmmm ..." I answered almost inaudibly.
His hand moves over my forehead ... "Oh, yes you are feeling a bit damp at ..."
He trots to the kitchen. I hear the fridge door ... Then the door of the oven ... Finally, the door of the microwave.
treasure? Where is it my food? "
"The Cookbook" :)
______________________________________ * silence *:)
... And the moral of the story - do not trouble your sick mum ', o)
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Diesen Post widme ich liebevoll meinem Göttergatten, der gestern so erleichtert aufgeatmet hat, weil er ungeschoren in meinem letzten Post mit einem blauen Auge davon kam...
Und da fiel mir doch spontan diese Geschichte ein und ich dachte:
Naaaaaaaa warte, Freundchen! :o)
Ich würde ihn immer wieder heiraten... ♥
way ... you will have probably noticed already that it's become very quiet here .... 
Well, this is the reason that the tests 
