Long days

The last couple of days have felt like 36 hours each. At least. I. Am. So. Tider. So tired that I can't even spell tired.
I just came home from A's family dinner. She is home from Malmö this weekend. With a broken wrist. So I wrote on her cast and we felt like 7 year old girls again, eating big bowls of ice-cream while watching the boys play poker. They were all very macho and serious, and didn't even bother answering our questions. But as soon as we moved to the couches to watch Melodi Grand Prix, the very serious poker game ended. Guess they weren't so poker-macho-indifferent anyway.
Today at work I became friends with a two year old boy running around the whole store, giving his parents a hard time keeping up with him. Hope there is more cute kids like him, and that they will not cook Wiener schnitzel for the fourth day in a row, at the canteen (and how did the tomato soup from yesterday turn into Gullash soup today??) because tomorrow is another day at work.