To Wine or Not to Wine

I sincerely believe that a glass of wine a night makes all things right. Take today for example. After a 10 hour long flight from a warm and sunny Saint Martin, we landed at 6 am and were home at 9. Immediately kids were hungry, and I came to the rescue with pancakes having thought about it at the airport already and having bought the ingredients. In my semi sterile approach to travel, I shoved the kids in the bath to wash off whatever they were carrying after a couple of airports, floors, cafes, seats etc. Having done that, thrown myself into a pile of laundry so big it actually has its own postbox at our top floor. Laundry = ironing. The old fashioned way of actually ironing kids underpants! But I still do it...After a quick nap (kids 2 hours, me 30 min), the alarm rang and I could feel my body resisting with all its might to never ever get up. Whilst semi awake having horrible dreams about death (my body's way of telling me to get the hell out of bed), getting up and doing more ironing. Waking the kids up, dragging them to the butchers, birthday shop and supermarket to get all cooked for tonight and for backtoschoolhavingmissedmybirthday celebration tomorrow. Once back home, dinner for kids and us on the stove, plus double chocolate muffins (!) (Double!) on the go. Once everyone fed, muffins done, back to ffffing ironing as Kristian leaves tomorrow and although I doubt he will need his summer shirts, I still iron them. This having had in between Mama! Mama! Mama! I want an apple! Mama! Luka hit me! Mama! Anna wont let me in her room! Mama! I need the toilet! Mama! I want to play! Mama! You are not listening! And I thought I would have time to go to work today!!! Ha! And now, its quiet, and I have my wine. That is all.