After the first full day (six hours excl. lunch and one fika stop) of skiing there isn’t much to be said then:
SKIING IS DA SHIT!

When the entire family is rushing down a slope, we are on the top of the world and higher power loves us just a little more than the rest of you.

I am grateful that my brain has the ability to corner away all negatives (like tantrums before, during and/or after hittig the slopes when things don’t go as expected for the other 3/4 of the family) and convinces me that I am the Queen of the Slopes.