It's 8:23 a.m., I've just dropped off the P'tit Grand at school, after carrying his 10-ton satchel for 5 long minutes. I asked him if he had a cinder block in it. He found me "lol"
It's 8:23 a.m. and I'm already exhausted.
I learned that Saturn's rings are made up of ice and dust particles and that the planet is gaseous.
I spilled my bowl of cereal.
The kid thinks they're there after an explosion, but well, not on the planet itself, because we would have seen a crater, or at least a mark, but rather in near space... well, the little one rather agrees or disagrees (I didn't understand everything) with the astronomers. his future colleagues. (Courage guys, run away, there are still about fifteen years before he arrives)
I've already walked 1 km... to take the tween who's big enough to moan about her clothes being "too wintery", but not big enough to go to the subway alone. And come back. Retrieve the freshly disinfected P'tit grand from the mouth, but not combed. To take her in turn.
I rummaged around the kitchen looking for a bag for the 12-year-old to put the cookies bought for high schoolers with her brother's money.
I folded the clean laundry.
I attended the negotiation between the sister and the brother for the money of the cookies.
I reminded my daughter that she had money in her piggy bank.
I picked up the dirty laundry.
I hallucinated on the amount and the fact that no but in fact, she only has big bills and that good huh to pay 1 euro it's not cool...
I asked him if it was a good idea to go out with two sweatshirts.
Yes.
Finally no.
But frankly, this winter jacket is drunk, we're dying of heat.
It's 8:23 a.m. and I'm going to make myself a coffee and collapse on the sofa...
… tonight.
