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Not feeling much better. 

Although I do have to say that the job applications of paid off already and I have an interview this coming week. 

for which I must video myself teaching and have a senior management team observe at the same time.
I also must collate all the material to be handed in at the EEA family permit  appointment. 
It is not really any of that that is so UGH, although I said alreADY that we are just about coping. So imagine my delight on Wednesday when before work, O brought me my phone… While I was in the bath. It took a bath with me. Until yesterday morning it was in the legendary tub of rice 72hours, we left it. It is good as new. But after 24hours of jubilation, O knocked over a cup I had presumed empty, all over our macbook. 
To add to the shock of it, Arty’s mum’s sister has been rushed to hospital with failing kidneys. 
Yay. 
We are due some fantastic news soon, right? 
The macbook (with all our iPhone photos, streamed for 18months) and all my job app material, is at a super-speedy fixer’s shop already. He’s been fixing apple products for 25 years, and is not too expensive. But if it is really a mess inside  he defers to the apple repair place, which costs nearly the same as a new laptop but should return all our files. 
Jeezuz. 

Push, push, push

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‘terrible twos’

Yeahhhh.

Plus relocation, job and permit applications.

It is hard to express the exact pressure and stress being under duress by two small tyrants without cease. Unless you, reader, are also a mum. It is different to the extreme anxiety of new motherhood. It is now about wills and self-assertion.  And I feel, without a doubt, that this, as well as being very exciting, this is the hardest period yet.

We are constantly fighting something. I mean constantly. One child or the other (or both of them). They don’t sleep together during the day and they don’t want to go to bed at the same time. They don’t want to eat the same things, they hit each other and always want the exact same toy in the whole house. There seems to be an absolutely predictable pattern of, “Oh, hey this morning/ bedtime/ dinner time, my sister is not having a tantrum. Must be my turn! “. They hit us as well. They throw things. If you want to go out they won’t get dressed or put on the shoes; if one of them is perfectly ready to go to the other one does not accept that we are leaving. At home, it never ever ever ever stops. Going out is much better – but the weather has been horrid, so I am still trying to process the awfulness that was yesterday. 

:/

This morning has been hard, but we are out now, and that is pretty much instantly better.

This mornign I think we felt at out wits’ ends.

Meanwhile in PRAGUE…

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…Public transport same-sex-kiss-greetings are all the rage. 

I think a LONG time ago I posted about gay pride here and how awesome it is.  I mIght also have commented on how strange it could be to hear that this little, fairly old-fashioned country was far more supportive of gay rights than famously permissive Thailand (what is worse? Open discrimination, or veiled unspoken condescension and no protection of rights at all?).

I also felt this little post to be relevant because this week a lesbian couple were asked not to kiss (goodbye) on a Dutch railway platform by the train company. 

This evening, I was getting off the bus at the metro station and two cute young guys in bobble hats met each other with an embrace and a kiss on the lips. It was a real feel good thing to see for me. No one looked. No one tutted. 

I really like it here.

Job apps. 

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They have started. They suck. 

I don’t mean that I suck. Just, that, reconstituting your CV (resume) and statement in thousands of incredibly similar but subtely different ways SUCKS. 

Heading home after insane day to toddler hell-put. AW has had a really bad time and she is pissed off. 

That sucks too. 

UPDATE: home, and we are drinking wine.