Day 39 of the 47th orbit

We woke up early in the morning and felt well rested. We had breakfast at home and headed out for a walk around 9:30. We drove to the center, left the car there, and I bought a parking pass for 600 rubles. Masha bought two jars of honey and said it was sooo delicious. I tried one later and did not quite agree.

In the square we saw an empty carriage—the first one that was not styled like Cinderella’s coach. We asked the young woman driving it whether we could take a ride and where to go to start, and she simply said, “Hop in.” We took a slow ride around the Kremlin grounds. A very funny feeling. Everyone looks at you and takes pictures. A crowd of Chinese tourists fell in love with our girls and kept photographing them. Leah and Sonya sat there smiling and waving sweetly. The ten-minute ride cost 2,000 rubles. The horse’s name was Grim, and the coachwoman’s name was Maria. She told us a little about the town.

After the ride we walked around the center a bit and then went back to check out of the apartment. We checked out quickly, packed our things, and went to lunch. We ate at the Georgian restaurant where we had wanted to have dinner the day before, but the kitchen had been closed. I was in a rotten mood—my lower back hurt and I was exhausted by the girls’ constant screaming. I do not understand modern children. Why can they not entertain themselves without adults, scream at each other instead of pinging their parents every five seconds with new wants and whims? I feel like we were not like that.

We had soups and a salad, and Masha also ordered fire-grilled dorado for Princess Sonya, who refused to eat it—it was a little tough. Prices were high, just like in Moscow.

Since my mood was ruined, and my wife took offense at my irritation, she told me to drive home. I did not argue. I stopped at a gas station and then drove straight to Moscow. All the girls fell asleep, and for two out of the three hours I drove in peace—no screaming, no demands, just quietly listening to my playlist. Once we reached the Moscow region, everyone woke up and the demands started again.

In the evening Masha started laundry and cleaning. I had neither the strength nor the desire to help—I just lay there trying not to move. We went to bed before 11. Overall the weekend was good, but something has to be done about the tantrums.

P.S. My wife no longer considers me the best man, as she did the day before. Now I am lazy, awful, self-centered, nervous, and generally a disgusting and unpleasant character. There!