Today I truly felt like superwoman times two. Not only did I travel all by myself with both kids (the most problematic one was for sure Alexis who just wanted to run around when he found an opportunity), heavy hand luggage with 4 hours of sleep. I've unpacked the whole car's packing (M drove back to Zürich yesterday by himself with a completely full car, unloaded everything today, and is by far a super man who's just powering on without complaining), cleaned parts of the apartment and started to decorate little Leon's boy room with our new interior for him. It might be these breast feeding hormones, I have no idea how I manage to survive this day. But here we are. Perfectly fine, but extremely tired.