April 25/Friday was much busier than I anticipated. HM had to be at work by 7:30am, much earlier than normal. To be able to be sitting in her office by then, she had to leave the house at 7am. Due to this, the morning routine was completely up to me. One had just woken up when HM left, and Two was still sleeping. It was my first time doing everything completely on my own in the morning. I was a little worried about having to wake Two up, because he's prone to crying when he realizes HP aren't around. I was surprised by how smoothly everything went. Two didn't cry at all and both listened relatively well. I made it to Kindergarten shortly after 8:15am, dropped the kids off, and then went back home. I napped, as I hadn't gotten much sleep since I was out with friends the night before. I didn't have time to do anything but shower and eat before I had to leave again. One has his little "Ballschule," or literally, "ball school" on Friday afternoons. I left the house at 1:45pm, picked up One, and came back home. We decided to ride our bikes instead of walk. That was the first time I had ridden my bike while One also rode his. I was a bit apprehensive, as we had to cross several streets. At first, One was freaking out. He kept looking down at his feet and therefore came close to falling a few times. I calmed him down, told him to focus on the street ahead of him, and assured him that he could do it. It seemed to work, as we were soon there with no real problems. We got there about 15 minutes before the class started. We sat on the steps and waited with the other kids and their moms. When the instructor showed up, One offered him some of his cookies. I helped One get changed, dropped him off with the other kids, and then left. I came home, did the kids laundry, and watched some tv. I had to leave again soon to go pick up One. We rode our bikes back, again without incident. As we got home, the next-door neighbors also were arriving home. They have a daughter who is one year older than One. Whenever the two kids see each other, they want to play together. One asked me if he could go over and play, and I said yes. He was there for the next hour. I used the time to do some more chores, like finish the laundry and vacuum. HM got home with Two around 5:30pm and told me to take an hour off. I took the opportunity to go for a bike ride along the river. I came home and started working again at 6:30pm when HM left to go to her dance class. I fed the kids and put them to sleep. HM got back about 20 minutes once the kids were out, and I was done working. It was too late to go out and meet up with friends, so I spent the evening watching tv with HM. HD got home late that evening from his work trip.
Saturday morning I was up and working around 10:30am. HM left early that morning for her step-dad's funeral somewhere 4.5 hours north of here. I watched the kids and made lunch while HD went grocery shopping and ran some errands. I finally finished working at 1:30pm. I spent some time relaxing at home and then I went for a run. We all went over to M and T's for dinner in the evening. They had a friend in town who HP are also friends with, and they all wanted to get together. In the late evening, I went to Molly Malone's to hang out with Meg. She was supposed to get off around 12:30am, but didn't end up getting off until nearly 2am. In order to hurry the process along, I helped her complete some of her tasks, like washing dishes and restocking the refrigerators. There was an older Russian man sitting at the bar who had been watching me a little. He couldn't speak much German or English, and was having trouble communicating with us. At one point, he came over to me and took out his wallet. I thought he wanted to pay so I got Meg's attention. He kept shaking his head and pointing at me. He said, "Good barman, good barman," and then gave me 3€. Meg finally got off at 2am and we walked to the Shamrock where we met up with Fiona and Kaley. We stayed there for a couple of drinks before we headed to a bar called the Green Goose. I had never been there before. The best way to describe it is that it's grungy. We stayed there for a drink and then went to the Dubliner to see if we knew anyone there. There wasn't, so we went back to the Shamrock. We stayed there until the wee hours of the morning, grabbed some McDonald's on the way home, and then went back to Ina's. I fell asleep almost immediately and slept for four hours.
Sunday I woke up at Ina's around 10:30am. I got up and made my way home. I went back to sleep for a few hours once I was in my own bed. When I woke up, it was time to skype with my mom. At 5:30pm I left the house to meet up with Simon and Mike. There was some live jazz music at a bar in town that Mike had been wanting to go to. Those of you who know me, know that I have a loud voice. I can't help it, it's just the way I am. Meet my family and you'll understand. Anyways, at one point Simon said that he might need to change seats so he could hear me better. Simon is partially deaf in one ear and was sitting with his bad ear towards me. As soon as he said this, the 40-year-old British woman at the table next to us shouted over to us, "Really? You can't hear her? She's so loud that everyone in here can hear her. She's obviously American." As I said, I know I have a loud voice. I often need to be reminded of this in order to keep my volume down. However, there was no need for her to be rude about it. Had she come up to me and said, "Excuse me, but you're being a bit loud, and I would appreciate it if you kept it down a little," I would have been happy to oblige and I would have even apologized to her. The fact that she handled the situation so poorly and without any class instantly made me want to punch her in the face. I simply looked at her. Mike took the opportunity and asked them about where they were from and how they all knew each other (she was sitting with two other people). I think the fact that he was so nice made them feel a little uncomfortable. I was glad he was there, because if he hadn't immediately started asking them questions, I probably would have said something rude back to her. I felt uncomfortable the rest of the time we were there. We left after two hours to meet up with Meg at Finnegan's. Mike stayed for one drink and left. Meg, Simon, and I went to the Shamrock where some other people like John, Fitzy, Allan, Connor, and Paddy were already hanging out. We stayed there for the rest of the night until we all went home.
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