I’m tired so often, especially in the spring and summer. It’s not just work. It’s not just the full calendar. In fact, I think I’ve figured out what the problem is…this is a typical weeknight and each one of these things wakes me up a little bit more.
| 2:00 a.m. | Anders finally comes to bed |
| 3:30 a.m. | Karin comes shuffling in, curls up on the floor/bench/end of the bed |
| 4:00 a.m. | Sun brightens up, birds start their early morning calisthenics |
| 5:15 a.m. | Have to pee |
| 6:00 a.m. | Anders’ alarm goes off |
| 6:45 a.m. | MY alarm goes off but I haven’t been really asleep since 2 a.m. |
sigh
My French colleague is in Lund this week, and we had a laugh this afternoon when she came in and said “Bonjour!” to me. For a moment, I thought she was speaking Swedish (which she doesn’t know), and I heard “Bond djur” and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what pigs and cows had to do with anything.*
Cracking Me Up: Fortune Teller
Of all the wonderful tributes to mothers yesterday, this one really touched me: Mother Love
*Bonjour in French, for those who might not know, is Good Day, and bond djur in Swedish is, literally, farm animal(s).