After almost a month of the new life, I have started to miss work. I know it sounds strange, but it is true. I do not miss work because of the work itself or the fact that Slovenia is obviously headed into a new political crisis, but because I am missing the intellectual challenge, I miss learning new things about law. Whoever thinks that I have all the time in the world, now that I am home, are mistaken. Two kids demand a whole person (or two) for the whole day. Don`t get me wrong, my kids are the best. They are intelligent, they want to play, they want to learn, but they are still three and a half years old. And there is just so much of »Daddy, why does…? « a grown man can take. There are days that I can completely relate to this joke:

But just as a joke, right!

And therefore I am missing grown up company. I miss grown up company so much, I am hoping Paula is going to set me up with a blind male date for tonight’s Premiere League soccer game. Beer and soccer is what I need.

Of course, there are just moments of crisis, but yesterday was the worse. It was raining all day and we were stuck inside. So after a few grey moments, we decided to do a little house work. Mojca was vacuuming, I was cooking and Ambrož was running from one to another, reporting about the progress. In the end he came to me and complained that he can`t do all the work by himself. Dunno why, but seems like he is going to get by in life just fine, don`t you?!

I like it when they help me with the house work. Last Friday they helped me fry a kilo of fish Vienna style. I have got proof.

DSCN4440 Little Kitchen Help!

They stuck with me the whole process that lasted almost two hours. This was the result.

DSCN4442The Bundle of Joy!

Yeah, they rule and I have to remember that I am lucky. Although, I am again aching all over because of another brutal karate practice yesterday. It only takes a 120 kilo 50 year old German black belt to hit you with an Oshiro Geri to remind you that I am blessed when I am at home with my family. It is that simple.

Slovenska kriza v Bayreuthu:

Po skoraj mesecu dni novega življenja, sem začel pogrešati službo. Razumem, da se sliši čudno, ampak je res. Ne pogrešam službe neposredno zaradi samega dela ali zaradi dejstva, da je Slovenija očitno spet pred novo politično krizo, ampak pogrešam intelektualne izzive, pogrešam dnevno učenje novih stvari o slovenskem pravu. Kdorkoli si misli, da imam za te stvari časa na pretek sedaj, se moti. Dva otroka zahtevata celo osebo, cel dan. Ne me narobe razumeti, moja otroka sta zakon. Sta inteligentna, rada se igrata, se rada učita nove stvari, ampak imata še vedno le tri leta in pol. In odrasel človek lahko prenese le določeno število: »Oči zakaj se…?« na dan. So dnevi, ko se popolnoma strinjam z razmišljanjem Luis CK-ja v njegovi šali, o tem, če bi bil umor zakonit. Ampak samo kot hec.

Torej, pogrešam odraslo družbo. Celo do te mere, da upam, da se bo Paula v mojem imenu dogovorila za zmenek z moškim na slepo za današnjo nogometno tekmo 🙂 Premiere League. Pivo in nogomet je pravo, kar sedaj rabim.

Seveda imam le prekinjene momente krize, ampak včeraj je bilo najhuje. Zaradi dežja smo bili cel dan doma. Po nekaj sivih trenutkih, smo se dogovorili, da bomo naredili prepotrebna domačinska dela. Mojca je sesala, jaz sem kuhal, Ambrož pa je tekal od enega do drugega in poročal o napredku dela. Na koncu se mi je potožil, da on pač ne more vsega narediti sam. Ne vem zakaj, ampak zdi se mi, da se bo ta fant čisto v redu znašel v življenju :).

Resnično mi je všeč, ko skupaj delamo domača opravila. Pretekli petek sta mi npr. pomagala spanirati in popeči skoraj kilo rib. Imam dokaz. Z mano sta zdržala skor dve uri paniranja in praženja. Rezultat je zgoraj na sliki.

Zakon sta, saj vem, da sem lahko srečen. In sem, čeprav me spet vse boli od včerajšnjega ponovno krutega treninga. Vse kar sem rabil je, da me 120 kilogramski 50 let stari Nemec s črnim pasom zadane s svojim rušilnim oshiro gerijem in sem se že spomnil zakaj sem blažen, ko sem doma s svojo družino. Mi je bilo takoj vse bolj jasno.