Jun 3
“So, you know that Stockholm isn’t an outer suburb of Sydney, but the capital of Sweden?” - yes, she said she remembered where it was. “So, you’re going to take a month off work, travel 24,000 km’s away, sit on a plane for 32 hours and then take care of the kids, one of which speaks predominately Swedish?”
After 14 years up north, it’s now time for this little trumpeter to head south. Yes dear readers, we will be swapping snow for sunshine, curling for cricket and wearing socks with sandals to just wearing sandals.
Lou Lou Loves a Chat - episode 1: Discover six important signs that spring is coming to Sweden, what words Tina and Lou feel should be added or deleted from the English language and why there is a need for a national Australian Dying Abroad Day.
Well when I said that Probably because Bubba and ourselves have already had every disgusting day care disease that you can have, we seem to be in the clear I was clearly lying. Because it had been a week since she’d gotten sick, I was of the optimistic opinion that I/we were in the clear. However, God had other plans. THE MOMENT the Flash seemed to be perking up and getting her sparkle back, I came down with the same disgusting thing. I’m not kidding, the exact MOMENT. Yesterday was a Day of Terror for me and I felt like I was going to die. We also had a small (no damage to humans or home) kitchen fire to add to the drama. Today I am feeling a little better.
The cleanest place in the apartment. Not kidding.
TSH has been keeping the whole house running including saving the apartment from burning down and is about to take the kidlets out to an animal farm complete with a pancake picnic. God Bless Him. And the upside to all of this is that I’ve lost so much weight now that I’ll be able to totally pig out at Easter and eat whatever I want so Good Friday is probably going to be a Great One.
You know the type, the style of mum you always pictured yourself being, all smiles, spontaneity and sparkle. Ice cream for breakfast. Yelling competitions. Rave parties in the living room. Wearing your pj’s all day, well actually that wouldn’t be much of a change from these days.
At age 37 and without any prior experience, my Swedish Husband had decided that now would be a good time to take up surfing. At first I had been very encouraging, ‘give it a crack’ I’d said, my sister had bought him a board.
With Valentine's Day now right around the corner, I've scoured the depths of the internet to find some great gift ideas for the real love of our lives, the little ones that surround us.
For hours we chatted, laughed, sipped bubbles and soaked, scrubbed and exfoliated the mid winter depths of Swedish darkness right off our feet. It was a delicious treat.
Then I whipped his butt in Scrabble. O.K, I didn’t exactly whip his butt as it was a fairly even match but I did win and that’s my point. We played our usual house rules - we play in both Swedish and English with double points for rude words.
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