Blogging for myself

Tehehe, I know I should probably do something about it myself - learn what I should do - but I've been amusinlgy annoyed to notice nobody's visiting this blog. I have always loved journaling just for myself and keeping archives of everything - documenting my life, so to speak - so I shouldn't care that much, but I have to admit that I do.

Maybe when time will allow and I have taught myself more about networking in the "blog world" etc., I'll finally get at least one reader. Said she bitterly after two posts. *giggle*

We really did do some serious shopping yesterday and got loads of new stuff for decorating this new house. Or is this a flat? I'm not sure of the proper term in English. The shopping took us so long, we had to leave Juudit for another sleep over at her grandparents, which made me cry a little, because I missed her so much, and was worried she might miss us, too.

Being sad I asked Karlo to tell me something amusing from the previous night's office party, to lift my spirits, and he decided to tell me how his raunchy boss had asked the ladies of their table to share stories of their sexual experiences, and how the girls had openly and willingly shared. Well that was exactly what I wanted to hear, thank you very much... That my husband spent the night listening to wild sex stories of his attractive colleagues, while I was at home alone - and boringly pregnant. Men. Will they ever learn? *sigh*

We stayed up pretty late, going to sauna and watching TV, knowing we could sleep longer than usually, but I was sure I would be up by 9 am the latest. To my surprise Karlo woke me up at 10.30 am, and while it was lovely to sleep in, I felt guilty not being able to go get our daughter back home before noon. When she got back, she was excited about her new, "big girls' bed" (instead of the old crib) we had bought and put together the previous night - but wouldn't stay there for a nap. She was also otherwise clearly offended we had left her for two nights, and cried and acted up a lot.

Because she was so tired and cranky, I decided we wouldn't go to our friends' daughter's name giving/the mother's 30th birthday party tonight. It was a shame, as I know Juudit would've loved it there playing with other kids, if she would've been all perky. Now Karlo went there on his own, and I took Juudit to bed already at 7 pm, and luckily she was okay with the new bed now, and fell asleep immediately.

So here I am, alone again, and wondering if I should bake that pizza from Thursday now. There are a couple of good shows on TV tonight, plus one of my favourite films, Dangerous Liaisons, with marvellous John Malkovich, so I hope Karlo will come home soon. I think he will, because the baby will go to bed around 10 pm, and Karlo borrowed his parents' car to drive there. So he can't have more than one glass of bubbly. Yay!