Coerced Into Cooperation

Monday Feb 27th –

Moms arrival morning!

Soo, we weren’t the most awesome children in the sense of picking her up, but we blame the traffic jams in Europe.

She was scheduled to arrive at 8:00 that morning and with that scenario our options were to leave the apartment by 5:00 am to get her on time oooor leave once traffic was calmer and get her like, 3 hours later.
Option three?
Get her to take the train 😎😏
My poor mom… I’ve lived here for around a year and a half and wouldn’t dare take the train alone but her second trip here and we make her do it, by herself πŸ™ˆ
In our defence, the train station is literally IN the airport and it was a direct ride to Arnhem where we would pick her up.

She did very well and after one phone call to us for assistance, she managed to get to the right platform, onto the correct train and we picked her up around 10:00 am.


We went back to the apartment straight away, not pulling our usual, ‘make the guest stay awake until at least 8:00 pm’ 😏😜

We caught up on traveling adventures, eating some pancake casserole and strawberries in the pauses of conversation and then… we all went for an hour long nap 😁

Mike and I had been up late, Mom had been up 32 hours and her tiredness was literally making me feel tired.
Sympathy jet lag πŸ˜πŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ›©

It was also not very nice outside, so the grey sky and howling wind made doing anything seem unpleasant as well.

Chili was heated up, cornbread made and we had that for an early supper post nap.

(Little did I know it was supposedly National Chili Day?)

By the time we had finished that, the light rain had stopped and Mike suggested we walk to Opa and Oma’s for some fresh air and then get a few groceries we required.
Mom agreed.
I have this funny feeling about her and Mike ganging up on me these next weeks 😏

We walked, it rained gently, houses and buildings were admired, Opa and Oma greeted😊
We sat with them for a little evening visit and coffee before heading back to hit the store before it closed.
Mother couldn’t believe I would resist getting flowers all the time when some of the small (but still very cute) bouquets can be as cheap as 2 euros πŸ˜‹

It was an early bedtime for all, Mom being tired and Mike having to get up early the next day to go to Germany and help some family with renos.

Tuesday Feb 28th-

Mike left early that morning and I hardly noticed😬

Once mother and I arose it was coffee and stroopwafels enjoyed on the couch while we wrote/checked phone stuff/caught up on life things you forget to say when you usually only talk on phone etc. πŸ˜Šβ˜•οΈπŸ‘­

I knew that with Mom coming, I would probably be coerced into doing more physical activity than usual and my guess was verified her first day here😏

30 minutes of cardio later and I remembered all too well why I can never make myself do it😜

Of course the moving makes a person feel starving, so some soup was taken out of the freezer and cheese melts prepared and devoured πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

After which we both agreed a rest was a wise idea.
I slept but Moms jet lag set in and rest wouldn’t come for her πŸ˜”

She began painting and once I awoke I blogged a little before prepping a frozen pizza for our supper.

Mom made us an evening pot of coffee but the filter folded over and caused the brew to be too weak.
Though weak, it still felt wrong to waste and the grounds still had most of their flavouring so what were we to do?
Pour the weak coffee, into the coffee maker and make some coffee, with coffee πŸ˜ŽπŸ‘ŒπŸ»β˜•οΈ

It was actually a super tasty pot πŸ˜„

Once our java was readied it was an evening spent creating this and that, us disliking our own creations and admiring the others πŸ˜πŸ™„

Mom was still super awake and I’d napped so a movie was chosen, popcorn prepared and our bedtime postponed until 2:00 am.
Postponed by a horribly confusing, old, romantic drama 😝

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

3 thoughts on “Coerced Into Cooperation”

  1. I may make my coffee that way more often πŸ˜‚ and if I am to eat stroopwaffles daily I must do cardio 😬 It’s good to be here!

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  2. We obviously asked my mom if she was okay with it and she was all for it and considered it an adventure πŸ˜‰
    This isnt a blog I share every life detail on so please understand that my responsibilities and life circumstances aren’t all detailed for everyone to read, it’s simply the humours tid bits for those who truly know me, sorry you don’t understand my sense of humour but hey, God made us all different for a reason!😊
    And you don’t know my health issues and possible reasons for requiring sleep, sorry that upsets you, but perhaps before you waste this much of your precious time writing a rude comment again, think a little πŸ˜πŸ’πŸ»


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