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heй :)

It's Sunday and I'm back home. 

This morning started early for a normal Sunday morning. First of all, because my parents always get up early. And i actually do not mind it, because, otherwise, you waste your daytime. Humans sleep more than one third of their life, so that is why I really like early waking ups and don't like to wake up late even on weekends.

But...this morning was exactly that moment when I needed to sleep longer after Friday no-sleep party. My parents woke up before 8 a.m. to watch a grand-prix of Formula one, and of course my dog Dusya was running around looking for anyone to play with.

But well, I should not complain, because it was me who went to this party and stayed up all night :) and I actually had some sleep tonight. 

My parents drove me later to ikea, I'm not really sure if I should explain the reason why because now it seems to girlish...but that was one single plate I wanted there. Exactly same plate as I had before in quantity of 2..I broke one and therefore I couldn't imagine my life without a new one.

However, this is how we spent our family-time in the car. Like those old times when we drove to big shopping malls to buy some stuff for the house and some new clothing (mostly for me, and right now I really think that was even too much for little pert like me). We bought a bit more than one single plate, for example a flowerpot to save that flower I got from my pupils mum. Hey, anonymous who seemed to be interested in topics about the flower :) now I'm struggling to bring it back to life ...the previous pot was to small and the ground was not the best. Now that I fixed it ....hoping it's gonna get better. 

Anyway, I enjoyed spending time with my parents, was happy to see my lil dog and my adorable granny. And I feel so ashamed that I either spend so little time with them or don't realize its preciousness when I'm with them. I mean...I do not think what words I say and how...and this consciousness comes later. But I always say to myself that next time I will behave much better, but this never happens. Seems like I'm always turning 5y.o. who wants to prove she's already adult. But from now...prooomise, I will pull myself together and shut the f up when I ever want to argue with my relatives :) because everything they want for me is to be happy, and so do I for them. 

Sooooo....it's Sunday evening, the 7th day out of 13 that I am without MMH, and  it's almost midnight. I should probably go to bed soon, because ......tomorrow is Monday . And what is Monday? It's the first day of a stressful-seems-to-be working week. But I hope I just underestimate it. Will see

Ciao! :)