Author: lizardek

I feel sure that my kids are on to me. We got home so late from the party last night that I forgot about hiding the eggs so they didn’t get hid until the kids were eating breakfast at 9 a.m. After they finished, and found them (in pathetically easy places), Martin made a remark that he had seen his Easter bag the day before in the kitchen. “Really? How strange,” I said and left it at that. They’re buzzing like candy bees now. I’m relatively ticked off at Anders about the party last night and my role as designated...

Dear Blogs I Like, You’re making me all sad with the no posting for days on end. I click on you each day, hoping for some scintillation, or even just a funny anecdote or a little word or two, and your post from February 28th or March 3rd or January 31st is still there. Refresh gets me nothing. Is it so hard to put your life aside for a moment and write about it? How can we who read you obsessively cheer, commiserate and laugh along with you if you stop posting? If it didn’t add to your surely already...

The kids are talking, but I can safely turn over and doze back off. Anders gets up around 8 to eat breakfast. I peep out from under the covers: the sun is shining. I hear music, legos clashing, water running. S-t-r-e-t-c-h. Roll over onto my back and roll my head around. Scrunch the pillows up under my neck. The sky is bright blue. I don’t have to be anywhere until 4. *happy sigh* We colored 35 eggs last night. It would have 36, but I crushed the one I was trying to put a rubberband around for stripe-making, and quickly...

Grey blah weather-day again. It’s not raining, at least. I saw three pheasants at various intervals on the way to work, none of them, thankfully, splattered on the road shoulder. Pheasants are spectacularly stupid when it comes to roads and cars. It’s like they are all starring in their own personal Pheasant With A Deathwish movie. Too bad Charles Bronson is dead, he could have run with that one. Tonight is marathon egg-coloring night. There are currently over 30 children signed up for the Easter Egg Hunt on Sunday and each of the little dears needs to go home with...

I’m sad and grumpy and snappy these days. Could it be the weather? (grey. grey. rain. grey) Could it be PMS? (3 candy bars consumed in the space of as many hours last night) Could it be work? (stress, more stress, oh and there’s some stress under there, you missed some) Yesterday, Anders took the kids and went over to his friend Mats’ house to practice their roast presentation for Mikael & Lene’s birthday party on Saturday. I had the house to myself. Nice and quiet. I ate dinner, read more of my book, surfed the web for a bit,...

Good: The phone shells I designed for the Z600 telephone arrived yesterday and after handing them out to co-workers, the response has been overwhelmingly positive and flattering. 🙂 Bad: Finding out that Martin’s first day of 1st grade starts on August 18th, meaning we can’t go to the States for the whole month of August and are essentially back to square one regarding tickets. 🙁 Ugly: Marabou has a new candy easter egg, Påsk Ägg, out that comes in a little purple 4-egg carton with two tiny plastic spoons. They are milk chocolate filled with milk buttercream. I am SO...

After having been told to come home at 5:30 for dinner and showing up half an hour late, Karin’s response when she came in the door and heard me exclaim “You’re half an hour late, young lady!”: Det gör ingenting, mamma.* Upon subsequently being told that yes, it does indeed make a difference, and if she chooses to be late again, that will be an end to playing with friends before dinner, now get over to the table and eat: Ni bara tjata på mig hela tiden!** And finally, opening the Easter card she received from Grandma Linda, flinging it...

I have to drag that string of Christmas lights sometime and it would be my own fault if some of the bulbs are cracked or missing or won’t light up, meaning that I couldn’t leave the day with a sad/bad post. Martin’s parent-teacher conference went well and Martin is apparently aceing everything in sight, prompting me to take the teacher aback by asking her about programs to help exceptional children (!) The only thing we need to be concerned about at this point is his tendency to take things personally. He is a sensitive kid and often gets very upset...