to go to the zoo on friday. But that friday was hell: my washing maschine refused to work, the contractor of our house came to talk about some things that still had to be done and it started to rain (and didn’t stop until saturday). My parents also came to visit. I actually wanted to invite them to see the zoo with my kids, have a picnic there and have a great time together. But that didn’t work out and we postponed going to the zoo.
But then, on saturday, my parents had the idea of going to the zoo alone with my kids. I have to admit, I didn’t know what to think about it at first, because I also wanted to be there with my children when they walked through the monkey-area for the first time or seeing my son face to face with a big tiger. But it was sooo tempting: spending at least 4 hours alone with my husband to have time to go shopping, clean the house and have a quiet cup of coffee.
Well, they enjoyed themselves and we took care of things in the meantime. It was worth it – even though I’m still sad about not joning the fun.
