On Saturday we drove the boys to the grandparents (one boy per each pair of grandparents to entertain everybody equally) with the intention of renewing Mikolaj's bedroom so that Adam could at last vacate our bedroom and move in with Mikolaj. While we pretended to be extremely busy, we used the opportunity of spending two days without our kids to enjoy ourselves a bit. So, having prepared the room for painting we marched to the bedroom and indulged ourselves with good 2 hours of sleep, then went shopping to a shopping mall to try on summer dresses and shoes and then drove to the cinema to see The Rite with Anthony Hopkins. This was I guess the weakest point of the evening, the film being more hopeless than I'd expected. I wanted to write a review of this one, not that it's worth it, but simply because going to the cinama is so rare for me. But the thing is I have nothing to say. I'm not sure why this film was made in the first place. Was it supposed to clear all the doubts about the existence of the Devil? Or justify the exorcism? Or to counter exorcism and psychiatry? Probably it was meant to be an intelligent thriller, but it definitely failed to thrill. I think religious people would find it convincing. Watching it a night before the beatification of the pope John Paul II made me think about this mumbo-jumbo the Church wants us to believe ( like the Pope healing a nun, he was undoubtedly a good man, but this goes too far).
When we returned home we enjoyed the silence and... a little drink.
On Sunday we slept till 11, had breakfast, and eagerly painted the room, our thoughts focussed on returning to bed once we'd finished. And so we did. Then we returned to our painting jobs for touch ups et voila, the room was ready. So what could we do with another free evening? Cinema again. This time the choice was much better. Potiche, starring Catherine Denevue and Gerrard Depardieu did not disappoint. A nice story of a woman who (quite late in her life) refuses to be a beautiful ornament on her husband's shelf. By no means is this a film on liberation of women or their struggle for social position or rights, though political motifs are interwoven in the plot. Potiche is a lightweight comedy, not the kind you roar with laughter when watching, but makes you smile as the action turns. It was a pleasure to watch, though I most probably won't remember the film very long. A good idea for a nice evening, but nothing to write home about. So having relaxed well we were ready for a brand new day, meaning the kids coming back home.
|My husband's found his alter ego|
Back home Mikolaj did everything he could to spoil the day. He refused to undress, take off his shoes, wash his hands, screeched with all his might, kicked his feet in the air for no apparent reason, put on his best jeans to have supper, then hysterically struggled to button them up, then ran naked, still screaming. We also kept running around him trying to reason with him and calm him down. Utter madness. His kindergarten teacher would never believe that. He is such a sweet and lovely creature! But why does he turn into a demon at home? Maybe we should baptise him? Might be worth trying!