belgianwaffle


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Other news from the weekend,  my loving husband was saintly and
took herself off swimming and to the park while I reclined on the couch
recruiting my energies.  Car free Sunday passed without a sign of
a contraction.  We took the tram into town and it was absolutely
jam packed.  I stood towards the back and the man sitting beside
me looked resolutely out the window.  I felt a bit sorry for him
because, he may well have had some dreadful leg ailment which prevented
him from standing and offering up his seat, but the woman squashed
beside me was determined to make him suffer.  She asked me when I
was due and I said Friday.  “My goodness” she said pointedly “you
really should be SITTING DOWN”.  I said I was fine really, which
was perhaps not entirely true.   She explained to me that her
first child had been born at home because she didn’t get to the
hospital in time and that I really should be SITTING DOWN.  I
think both myself and the sitting man were quite glad to get off the
tram.  Car free day included lots of excitements like a farm in
the city and bouncy castles and the obligatory wide range of food
available at any Belgian organised fun.   All moderately
pleasant except for the moment when Mr. Waffle had to run around
looking for a toilet with a little girl in his arms saying with
increasing urgency “I want to do a WEE”.

The Affables dropped round on Sunday and I was once again struck by how
very nice they are and, dammit, even their 18 month old is the picture
of politeness (needless to say, the Princess mortified us by refusing
to let said 18 month old touch any of her toys).  I am also
somewhat in awe of their stamina.  They both have very demanding
jobs.  They collect their little girl from the creche on alternate
evenings but quite frequently the parent responsible will bring her
home, give her dinner, put her to bed, welcome the babysitter and head
back to the office until midnight.  And then they’re out partying
regularly at the weekend (when not working).  And no, they’re not
even significantly younger than us.   When they left, I said
to my loving spouse that we should try to get out more. 
“Absolutely” said he.  “Will we try to go out to dinner before the
twins are born?”  Pause.  “Next week?” he asked  “I
suppose” I said.  “But I’m really tired” he said. “Yeah me too,
let’s not bother”.  Pathetic.

Comments

jackdalton

on 19 September 2005 at 11:47
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Comment Modified) ‘waf: This has to be said– I am absolutely in awe of you and Mr W. and the coolness of your planing & preparation. And whatever the next few weeks bring in terms of tired and stretched to shredding point, there will be one Believer out here. Knowing you can do it.
And there’s always your late-fifties for going out… 😉 0
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Minkleberry

on 19 September 2005 at 11:59

Going out is overrated. The kids going out- now thats where its at! x 0
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kristin

on 19 September 2005 at 18:33

Dear Mrs. Waffle, you are not allowed to feel that you should do more than you already do. The Affables may be affable, but they must also be closet Speed Freaks. The thought of you, days away from bringing twins into the world, actually going into town on a tram to enjoy no-car day instead of staying home with your feet up is quite enough.
xo    

Sarcastic Journalist

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on 20 September 2005 at 05:54

I hope you mentioned loudly that you were expecting TWINS on FRIDAY.    

lauren35

on 20 September 2005 at 09:45

My sister now has a nanny and a cleaner so that she can have some semblance of a normal life with her twins…. do the Affables have domestic servants?!
Good luck. 1
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belgianwaffle

on 21 September 2005 at 13:12

KE, very romantic.
Thanks Jack, that’s sweet.
Minks, you are very wise.
Oh, Kristin, I like it, closet speed freaks, but I fear it’s just not true.
SJ, well yeah, but it’s just less impressive…
Lauren, I feel we may take a leaf out of your sister’s book. Thank you very much for the sweetie. 0
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