Nag, nag nag

Just to give you an insight on a regular 'FREE' Wednesday.

Got up (i can walk now, bit unsteady, bit still a huge improvement) with an elastic thing around my lower leg and foot and one clutch.
Showered, dressed, showered T. who had had an accident last night.

Turn on washing machine.

Got down, breakfast for the lot.
Filled in the form for Morten to continue tennis lessons.
Cut out 2 passport pictures for him to take along.

Brought everyone to school.
Made arrangements for 2 brothers to come and play and eat here coming Friday.

Back home, dishwasher.

Out to get the kids socks, shirts and a new rugsack for Timo. Somehow i find myself bying several pairs of socks for each kid every 2 weeks.
Where do these go?

Back home everything on the table, out again to visit a building on the Heemraadssingel to see if this is going to be our future office space.

After about 50 minutes back home again, into the car and off to do groceries.
Arrived home with 7 (that is SEVEN) bags of groceries.

Tucked everything into the freezer, fridge wherever, off to fetch Timo and Caroline at school (12.45 by now)

On the way home buy bread at the bakery.

At home. Have lunch.

Thea comes over to discuss who of the 2 candidates for our sales position we are going to make an offer.

After about an hour, off to fetch Morten and Marijn at the tennis and bring Marijn home.

Drop the kids at home and fetching medicines from the pharmacie.

Hanging up laundry and sorting out dry stuff.

My mother on the phone; ordering her groceries online.
Made an appointment to go over to my granddad's house coming Sunday afternoon and take out some items (tv, mirror) and bring it to my aunts house.

And there you have me.
Almost 5 pm and it's time to put the kids into a bath, start making dinner and then collapse in bed watching telly.

Tomorrow and Friday were supposed to be free days.
I am treating Robbert to a lunch at restaurant Oud Sluis (too lazy to make a link) and booked a hotel for tomorrow evening.
However, tomorrow morning i am doing an intake with a candidate at a new client (yes we really need extra sales soon), the tyre of the van still needs to be replaced (see flat tyre story earlier, see ankle ligaments earlier), and I have to do my taxes.

And the weather stinks too.