Flawless or not

To be a teenage parent is hard. Harder than I ever expected. I would be a huge fan of any software you could run in their brains so they are ready by default. My current task is to support in the things, the things I thought I made clear long before (and so many times…

The constant repetition

The words comes constantly. Every morning. Every night. And usually somewhere in-between. The words words are: “I love you”. For me it is important to tell and show my kids they are the most important in my life. That I will always will be there for them. That they can count on me.

The perfect picture

Users of social media usually do their outmost to show a perfect picture of their lives. Most probably so do I. My life is perfect (or my life is much how I want it to be). I live it just like I want it. BUT I have a partner (who is not me) and children…

And three hours later…

…the Mr and I have a perfectly tidy bedroom. This was our boys way of calling truce after our breakfast battle. I was of course super happy and I didn’t use the word “but”. We sat down in the made bed (made bed in our bedroom never happens, unless a real-estate agent is about to visit)…

Let’s blame it on the mom

It is only me and my husband who have fostered these terrible individuals. No they are not terrible. I love my fantastic children to death, but right now I am far beyond frustration. I believe we are quite normal parents. We give a lot. Love, experience and to some extent; things. To that we follow…

Proud

If you generalize, Swede’s are very poor at being proud over them selves. We are usually not the ones who will climb up a mountain and scream out our joy for being ourselves, just because we are soooo good. Or, maybe that is exactly where we would do it, as nobody would hear us on the…

Stood up

It was a long time ago (if you don’t count what just happened two minutes ago) I was stood up by a man. I wonder if it ever has happened. Fabian joined me in my (it is only mine tonight when the Mr is working the nightshift, otherwise it is our) bedroom. He came in…

At the top while at the bottom

Even if the header is slight exaggeration of my current status I can not find a better way to describe the man-cold that currently has taken hostage over my body. But even if I am close to death, I joined the rest of the family for a walk in the forrest today. And it was…

My boys, my life

It must be impossible to have missed my boys. As any mother (I hope) I am so proud to have these individual around me. And little did I know 10 years back what effect their presence would have on me. This is my latest capture of the the two boy I once fantasized over 20…

When will it end?

I don’t know where I have been. Probably yelling my lungs off. From this day, I will really think twice, three or 100.074.663 times before I even consider to ask them to stop. And I will be sure to NEVER, EVER blame the older again, even if there are tangible marks of blood on little…