DAY THREE
Morning and I already wish to kill someone. The boys knew we would be up early and in their room to use the mirror, now they’re complaining. It’s not our fault they decided to stay up talking into the wee morning hours. It’s not our fault they got little sleep. Wow, I want to hurt someone. I wish I could go back to sleep and start today over again. Yey its Easter.
Easter service(s) was good. And long. We had to sit through two and stand up in front of them and talk. Its been a long day. we walked up to the space museaum and handed out invited to church. Talk about a lot of walking on a semi hot Russian Sunday. The food continues to be excellent, the Russians fun, and my companions growing in annoyingness. After dinner we (including David and Albina) went to a Russian spa. O my was it a welcomed relief. The “men” went to their own buidling and beat each other with sticks and leaves…. We ladies had an enjoyable bonding time. Can I say hot tub!! J It felt so good and it was a welcomed break from male testosterone. D.S is currently treating us like four year olds and counting down the time until “lights out”. Thanks soo much. I’m a senior in high school. My parents don’t even enforce a bedtime. Needless to say my patience wand tolerance for some is shorter than me and it is steadily draining with every passing moment. Joy.
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