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- March 19th, 2010
I had a really shit week, to say the least. It was full of awful emails and stupid tasks and arguments and cumulated in not sleeping well at all and definitely not enough all week. Anyway, so my mom proposed to visit next weekend, when we are already busy in the evening (and I would prefer to not run around and have to get up early in the morning if possible), before she leaves to Bolivia for a month. I asked her to come this weekend, given that it would be more comfortable in my apartment and all, but she had plans. She came through and the beaus only reply was "oh good that I didn't book a hotel then, I wanted to surprise you with a trip to Holland, but I couldn't find anything that was both decent and reasonably priced". This had me pouting and I decided to ask my colleague for "her" hotel, which the beau liked and he sent them an email asking if a double was available this weekend. They didn't have anything (only rooms with no own bathroom and shower, which the beau didn't want), so it was back to square one and thinking we could go in two weeks. Meanwhile I had asked at work whether I could stay away on Monday, too and the beau came up with the idea that we could drive to the German north sea where we had been almost five years ago, which would cost for two nights what we would pay in Holland. So that's the plan now, they gave us a room with separate beds, but it was their last. I'm not thrilled, but also at the point where I don't care, I think we really need to treat ourselves to this.
I'm sure we can put the beds together and if not it will be a really cuddly weekend. I hope the weather is somewhat decent and looking forward to our first proper holiday/getaway/mini-break in five years. Until we leave it will be somewhat stressful though. I have to go and do some grocery shopping, so that we have a) dinner for me tonight and some bread and sausage for the beau for when he arrives in the night and b) breakfast for tomorrow and dinner for Monday evening. Then I have to tidy everything up, pack my bags and also for the beau - at least whatever is available. He will wash his clothes after he arrives at two am. Poor thing.