I had a rest yesterday. My children and I get up at eight o'clock in the morning, then dress, brush our teeth, wash our faces, cook and feed. I reported it all. Dinner is about nine o'clock, and my father-in-law comes out of the room. When the children are full, they get off the table. I quickly boiled water to make milk powder. My father-in-law ate two bites of Laba porridge, some pickles and finished eating. He gave milk powder to the child (the child didn't drink it from his own bottle), and I washed the dishes while eating.

/kloc-around 0: 30, I lured the children downstairs to play (usually he didn't take them downstairs in the morning), 12 15 came back (because he peed his pants). Because I bought a can on the way and the child wanted to open it, I said my mother couldn't open it until my grandfather opened it. I opened the door and saw grandpa sleeping. The kitchen was very cold. The child also returned, but he kept clamoring for canned food, so he had no choice but to find tools to open the canned food, cut it into small pieces and bring it to him to change his clothes.

Next, I went into the kitchen to cook and made an appointment to eat leftovers in advance, without much trouble. Considering the child, we want to fry a bean and let him eat rice, so we choose vegetables. The child eats canned food alone in the living room. When he couldn't eat by himself, he cried for my help and cried loudly several times. During this period, he didn't see grandpa come out to appease, so I had to stop to help cook. Everything for cooking was ready, and the child called me to say that the mobile phone rang. When I came out, I found that it was the voice of grandpa's invitation video. Continue to cook, the children have to eat canned food after eating, thinking that it will affect their staple food and stop them from eating, so the children began to cry loudly. In order to show his attitude and pretend to ignore him, he cried and hugged (probably to give himself a step down). I have no choice but to cook with him. Just picked it up, he may feel too close to the stove to go to the living room, so he turned off the fire and went to the living room. When I came to the living room, my grandmother and I listened to Grandpa's video together, and I was very happy to call my little granddaughter "Grandpa" in the video.

At that moment, my anger rose: I cried a few times here and ignored it as if nothing had happened! But I gave a video to my granddaughter in the distance ... I have the idea of swearing. Because the child's face didn't attack, he dialed a few pistachios to divert his attention. I went back to the kitchen and let him eat in the living room.

At one o'clock, the meal was finally served. I deliberately rang the chair to let the children eat. Grandpa finally came out with the pistachio (when did you get the pistachio box from the living room? I really don't know) give it to a child and let him make a dining chair. The child just won't let grandpa hold it on the dining chair, and grandpa won't go back to the house until his mother holds it.

Bring all the food to the table, feed the children and eat by yourself. Grandpa is quietly in the house and won't come out. Then let the children call grandpa for dinner. Grandpa will come out but sit on the sofa. After we ate, we didn't serve porridge until six o'clock. After eating two peas, we washed the dishes and went home. Fearing that the children would not have enough to eat, he fed them two mouthfuls of rice. Later, he decided not to eat, cleaned up the leftovers, cleared the table and washed the dishes, and the children played by themselves. After washing the dishes, I found that the children's dining chairs had been packed and put back.

Then put the children to bed. I thought about this process all afternoon. The more I think about it, the angrier I get: "This old man, summer is really enough!" " In order to relieve personal emotions, tell my husband about the overall recovery and let him judge for himself. The husband can only muddle along and comfort, saying, "Because you are here, he is completely at ease with the children. And dad doesn't know how to get along with his wife. . "Barabara," Mom, is this to help with the children? Or are you here to become a Buddha? Think about when I can bring it myself and when I have ever bothered them! I called him here at work, but I hired a risk averse who didn't care. I think that my son feels bitter, how can I get along with the whole old man? " . . . . . The only thing left is the feeling of loving my son, and I was so sad that I shed tears.

When my husband came back in the evening, my grandfather didn't know whether to understand or show (was it reminded by my son? Or improvise? ), rushing to work in the kitchen. During the dinner, I mentioned the topic of "your sister-in-law", because we didn't have summer planting and talked about soaring prices. Before, my children always mentioned that "someone" (his granddaughter) ate a big chicken leg and drank porridge with a bowl ",and so on. Today, I will say it as usual. Because the topic of "comparing children" is what I hate most, I didn't answer it. After dinner, he went back to the house to brush his mobile phone.

We wash dishes, mop the floor, wash clothes, feed the children before bed, brush their teeth and wash their faces, and stay up late.