This post is a sign that I’m getting really really old or really, really bored (or both). I was brought up in the world’s smallest village (or one of them). I found below text about the village (translated by Google translate) on the site: www.skanes-nordvastpassage.se/forestad/ text written by Lennart Svensson. “Forestad, like its neighboring towns, can count its…
Category: Me
Swoosh
Did you hear that? I’m sure you didn’t see it. It was the weekend. I came and went. The Mr was/is working the entire time (except the hours he spent on the football pitch, or next to it). I tried to do some use around the house. Washing the car, buying plants, doing some gardening,…
Remember?
Do you remember the print I talked about a while back? The three words I want my sons to have in mind (or actually live by) in their journey in life. I’m amazed that there still is a bunch of people around that seems to forget the word “responsibility” as a guiding star in their…
Two hours
Two hours of constant talking and laughing. That's what you get when you send a spur of the moment text and get together with your childhood friend a summer evening. Maybe not as hot, as limber or as naive as for 30 years ago. But still perfect in our inperfection. Dare to be spontaneous, dare…
Drumroll please
In the annual award ceremony of the year – Greatest parents EVER, the price goes to….. Louise and Tobias Dock! Both the Mr and I have started working, and our sons, like many other children of their age get stuck infront of a screen. During summers we have a rule that the screen and gaming…
Biting
We are all different, with different views and, by all means, capabilities. Sometimes life brings moments and situations when one needs to, what I talked about in my previous post, bite ones tongue. So that I did today. Realizing I'm not as good at it as I used to be…. Showing a random picture with…
Well, what do you say?
Woke up this morning remembering that I’d planned to sign in with my client during vacation, to do a check for a kick-off later in August. So I did. And guess what? It was fun. Working is fun (to a degree) too. Sometimes I forget that life is not black or white. It is not…
It’s not…
Five weeks of vacation is by the end of the day officially over, tomorrow it’s just a regular weekend. The Mr took two extra shifts (today and tomorrow), so from a family perspective vacation was over already at 5.30 am this morning. It’s not that I don’t like working, I kind of do and I’m…
Friendship annus 1990
I met this lovely woman back in 1990, when the future held dreams about mansions, top positions as LA law firms and hunky pool boys in Beverly Hills. At age 16, I found my squire. She's mine, as I am hers. We stood by each other through heart aces and gutter vomits. She was never…
Giggles
While getting a call from F, asking for more data for his cell (his father is providing both siblings with an amount each month, is a real ascendancy in any negotiation – evil laughter) you hear him giggle. Oh, the joy.
Another barrel of gratefulness
Yesterday I heard about a family tragedy that (naturally) made my heart stop. This time it wasn’t a clickbaite in my Facebook feed, it was close and it was real. I thank my ability to alight daily gratitude. My daily acknowledgement of our good health and our very, very privileged life. But also to see and…
Oops
Don’t realize that our new neighbors and their tenants don’t know about our family’s love for irony. We use it frequently, both grown-ups and children. Guess we’ll get a rumor now. And possibly a call from the social services…
Me, myself and I
What would I do, if I hadn’t had myself?! My life wouldn’t be as fun anyway that’s for sure.
Vacay – trip 3
And the morning after F’s 11 birthday, off we went. The entire clan. Up to the northern part of Stockholm’s archipelago and the island Blidö. Where we finally got to experience the Mr’s childhood friend’s summer home (he’s been talking about it forever, that is how old they are). His childhood friend is also my…
Vacay – no 2
After returning from Österlen, but before celebrating F’s 11 birthday, I stoped by at home, re packed and went off to a short overnight trip with “the women”. A constellation of women where I feel very welcomed but also a little as the least sharpest tool in the shed. I know that this feeling is…
Happy birthday to you
Today he turned 11. Last night there was a very, VERY excited 10 year old, who had a hard time going to sleep. Today we say good night to a little less excited, but foremost thankful 11 year old boy. What a blessing it is. To lead a life where birthdays are about excitement and…
Vacay – trip 1
Me and Fabian fabulous took the first trip of this vacation together with friends of ours (also mother and son). We spend 2.5 days at beautiful Österlen. Sigh. Thanks to other friends the trip could be spent in a very nice cabin (the kind I would choose if I would have one. For all of…
Absolutely nothing
Today I lay here. I listen to the birds, the rain and the wind and do absolutely nothing. I can choose to sleep some more or read. There are things to be done, but nothing that can’t wait. I don’t need to do anything.
Vacay
I’m so ready. Ready, ready, READY for vacation . T minus 20 hrs. But who’s counting.
Two semesters later
There it was, the last day of school for this school year. Sam’s first in junior high with new school, new teachers, new classmates, new subjects and new ways of assessments. But, this change would’ve happened anyway, so when comparing it (with Fabian’s), without depreciate it, was a smaller change. For Fabian the school start…
If I only
If I only were like these friends. They who, when I wish them happy travels and complained about my cold, delivers a fresh garden bouquet within minutes. I am not like that. I’m not even close to that level of consideration. But happy that I’ve got friends that are. Highly appreciated.
Happier
Today I’m happier, especially when I don’t think about yesterday and when thinking of the Sam who passed his exam to his red belt in taekwondo. Proud! Of course.
To not cave in
For me, it’s hard. To let go. To no be too intrusive. Sam is away with his class over night. Even if I want to know everything (like he would tell me, and that he would tell me while he’s away…), I resist the urge to continue the Snapchat conversation with his reply that everything…
Did he make it?
One might wonder. Would he deliver? Of course he did. The team did. From now on this weekend will be known as the victory weekend.
The first
Yesterday marked a milestone in our parenting calendar. “Staying up” (and sober) to go pick up child in the middle of the night. What we learned? That don’t call until you know for sure the party is over and you really want to go home. Apparently a fun party with a classic truth or dare.
Soccer, soccer, soccer
I’ve played one game. It all came back to me a couple of weeks ago when I returned to the crime scene with Fabian. This week it has been soccer Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I enjoy it though. Especially if I bring my camera. But sometimes it gets so exciting that I forget to take…
Something is happening
When looking at our youngest son and then taking a quick glance in my Instagram feed it’s clear. He is growing. Taking his first small steps into adolescence. Slowly that all childish features is leaving him. My boys. My precious boys. Life is impermanent, enjoy every moment of it, nothing will ever return.
That feeling!
The Mr I took control over our unplanned morning hours and continued the building of patio no. 2. Some small steps were taken. A lot of measuring, re-measuring, balancing off. And then finally building. An small achievement leaving me with a great sense of contentment.
When things turn out fine
Smelly Fabbe Fab from my last post, was the least one looking forward to moving. Here he is, almost a year later. With new friends and a new soccer team. What a great learning this journey has been.
It’s over
Mr Fab wanted me to smell his armpits. He very proudly informed me that they smelled. They did. My babies are leaving me! Panic. I will never be fully OK with this.
Next level
Good Sunday, after carrying 6 cubics of soil to our lawn, me and the Mr left the kids for a glass (OK two) of wine with friends in the sun at one of the local hotels. We enjoyed it until… one kid made nuisance. The worst sort – whining. I have full respect for kids and their…
Over and done with
I can recall my mother at a time in life having big problems sleeping. Waking up at 03.30 am and never really going back to sleep until it was time to get up… I guess that’s where I am now. I think it has to do something with menopause… Come on, bring it on and then…
A day of soccer
Many weekends ahead will be spent at soccer pitches. Fabian fabulous had a training game today. It wasn’t their best game. But I got some pictures to share. For the Mr the season started today. Against the team that (according to those who knows) is said to be there toughest opponents. Mr’s team won 5-2,…
Children
My kids, how I love them. I hope (because that is what I feel) we have a good relationship. Where love rules but also where respect and responsibility are constantly part of our lives. OF COURSE we argue sometimes, sometime more (and louder) than others. But by God do I love them. Earlier this week…
Fridays
It is the best day of the week. After a session with my PT I am now enjoying a cup of coffee and BREAD (best cardamom muffin from the local bakery). And all before I have to start work. Brilliant. Welcome weekend!
It’s complicated
It sure is. My relationship to clothes. What!?, you’re a woman and women loves clothes and shopping. News flash, we don’t. Not all of us. Step out of your narrow minded views of the world and women. I have talked about it before. I just don’t care. I am not interested in fashion. But now…
When the shit keep on spreading
I don’t know why I thought things would differ from the rest of the world. It might have to do with my naivety or the fact I think more of people, that people have brain capacity… But when I see people with responsibility both over money and people (aka managers) I get scared and I…
The weekend
Maybe it is due to the Mr’s job, him working shifts, but weekends at our home are usually very slow. Not many activities except from training is on the schedule. Once in a while we try to invite friends for dinner. Not that we don’t like to but since our weekends to choose from is…
Again and again and again
Once again I made time for the most important ones. Friends. We have shared life. And we continue to share. I become a better person with their knowledge and experience. They enrich me. Thank you ❤
People
If people knew how much they say about themselves by talking… it would be so much more quite in the world and more things would get done (as they hopefully would work when they didn’t talk).
Ignorance is bliss
I’m aware that I don’t know everything (just say “IT integrations” or “IT migration” and I start hyperventilate). There are so many things I don’t know anything of, that life has spared me. This still makes it ok for me to have opinions about things, but before I do, I do need to acknowledge this…
Positive reinforcement
When you see that people make an effort, after been told to, you become proud. Especially when a mother and a son is involved. That’s when you use the most powerful tool in parenting – positive reinforcement.
I just want to be the customer
Why is it so hard for suppliers to do what is expected of them. To actually do what is not only expected of them, but what is THEIR JOB – to get back to their customers? I just don’t get it. In one case I actually turned to the CEO after months of silence (and…
When kids are OK
There are so many reasons why I love this clip. First Walk of Earth are super talented (alternative fact/opinion). Ed Sheeran is brutally talented in writing good songs (alternative fact/opinion). But foremost I LOVE the fact that they have one of their (no not that it is everybody’s baby, but someone’s in the group) baby…
Essence of life
For me essence of life is family (of course) and shortly thereafter friends. The friends that you discuss life with. Where you are 100% honest in your believes and opinions. Where the people listen to listen, not to talk answer but really listen. Where 6 hrs, feels like 2. This weekend was all about those friends….
Transformation
Getting reminded by Facebook what I did a year ago. Remember. The boys and I went to Gothenburg of a day out. If I recall correctly this was the day after Sam got rid of his cast. Could that be correct? But I guess it could. He wasn’t more than five weeks in the cast. Nevermind,…
How stupid would I be
If I didn’t cherish every single day. People might think I’m naive for thinking like that. I know I’m not. Reposting an old picture on my Facebook profile with our small dudes. So small. Even if I can’r recollect those times, I know I appreciated them. Because I do it every day. Every single day I…
The other side
I really dislike being ill. Don’t we all you claim. But I have come to a point when ill, when you spend it in a dark room lying down watching the walls and sleeping, is a lost day. Days are there to live, to do things, to experience things, to chat with your partner and…
Louise Dock 