‘My mood is tested quite a bit every year’
Sanne is known for her sketch videos on her Instagram channel @laviesanne. She is mother of James (7), Isé (4) and baby Amélie.
It’s that time again: winter sports are rapidly approaching. Groaning and with sweat in my ass, I crawl into the attic behind the narrow partitions to collect all the ski stuff. I struggle like a contortionist through boxes of Christmas decorations, diving and snorkeling gear, unliftable suitcases and several bins of baby clothes that no longer fit.
Seek and you shall find
My temper is put to the test every year during this ‘seek and ye shall find’ job. Although my husband really does his very best to put the clothing and accessories after every winter sport – according to his own logic, that is – in several lockable bins, it remains an annual fiddling to get complete sets of gloves for the whole family. , hats, ski pants and helmets.
“It remains an annual fiddling to conjure up complete sets for the whole family”
“I really seem to remember that the thermal shirts were in the same bin as the gloves”, I grumble to my other half when I haven’t found the ski pullies after at least fifteen minutes of searching. “Honey, well, I’m not entirely sure, it’s been a year already,” he responds sweetly as he, clearly resigned, lifts all the things one by one out of the bins that I pontifically placed in front of him just moments before. .
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Fit and measure
Okay, one more time then… I’m going to kneel between the rafters again. I shine through the small space with the flashlight. Suddenly a light falls in one of the far corners, and sure enough, there is the bitch. But I fear that I will first have to move four very heavy boxes in a Tetris-like way and then stack them up. After a lot of pushing and lashing I finally caught the culprit. Bingo, the pulleys are above water!
“Bingo, I finally got them”
With a crumpled head, a broken nail and a broken sweater that has caught on a protruding nail, I wriggle out from behind the bulkheads again. In the meantime, my husband has displayed all winter sports equipment on the sofa bed. Just when I want to go downstairs to treat myself to a glass of wine, I hear behind me: “San, the children still have to try on the clothes…”
This article appears in Kek Mama 12-2022.
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