Tagged: littlemisssunshine

I think my body is trying to hibernate. It keeps leaning toward sleep, dragging me down early, and making it hard for me to climb, sodden and groggy, from my bed each morning. It’s no help that it’s so dark out when I rise and so dark out when I come home. Each day, the longing for light gets a little harder to live with. This morning I was handed a prescription for antibiotics, a course of twice a day for 10 days to help beat the sore throat back with a big medicinal stick. It still hurts to swallow...

Reasons the Universe is UNFAIR: Someone my age should not have a) ear infections, b) acne I have a painful sore throat for the THIRD time in 4 weeks. What gives?? Anders is going to be gone Thursday this week and ALL of next week. sigh I took Advil when I got home, after eating chicken soup for dinner in a futile attempt to soothe my throat, and laid down on the couch to try and rest a bit. I woke myself up snoring. TWICE. Now that it’s reasonably late, late enough to retire, I doubt seriously whether I will...

What the hell is the matter with the internet and LJ today?!!

Some mornings your mood is grey and drizzly as the cloud-covered vista beyond your bedroom window. It is one of those (thankfully) rare days when you think that if you let go the grip you have on your heart then you’ll start crying for no real reason and you may never stop again. You may stop breathing with the weight of it. You wonder how it feels to smile when everything gets on your nerves and your feet are cold and your self is shriveled and puny and mean. Feel that line between your brows deepen and stick. If you’re...

Thank you for all the outraged-on-our-behalf comments on yesterday’s post. I will be scheduling a meeting with the teachers as soon as I can. That makes 2 meetings to schedule with 2 different teachers, because Martin’s class is starting English this year, and guess who is already convinced he will be bored because he “already knows everything.” HA! Wish I could say the same. There is another girl in his class who has an English-speaking mother and I can’t believe that their teacher will just blithely assume that it’s okay for the 2 of them to sit through the completely-from-the-beginning...

Damn, it was hot today. For most of it, I was inside my cool, air-conditioned office, looking longingly over my shoulder out the window once in awhile as I tapppity-tappped away on my keyboard putting layouts together. It looked sunny and lovely and warm, and that was confirmed at lunchtime when I took my baguette and went outside on the terrace to bask in the sun for 20 minutes. Leaving work just a little early, I raced to Flyinge to pick up the kids and deliver them to swimming lessons. There is no shade whatsoever at the public pool in...

I am not a patient person at the best of times, although I have been known to wait, on occasion, with grace and graciousness (despite, or in spite of, any internal seething that may or may not take place). Things I hate waiting for, among other things, include: traffic jams when I can’t see the reason for the holdup my children to hop to it and do whatever it is I’ve asked them to do people to arrive at a designated time my husband to come home whenever he’s out bedtime certain writers to update their journals (hint, hint) a...