So, I finally gave in yesterday after lunch I decided to go home and rest. The blizzard just kept going and sadly the trains home, did not. Just my luck. I got home after a never ending journey of waiting, freezing, did I mention it is 10 F (-12 celcius) outside and a storm so I felt like finding a dead animal I could gut and crawl inside to find heat. #starwars #dicaprio
I did not find any animal so I had to freeze until I got home. Gotta love public transportion in Sweden…
So I got home and after digging my way thru the glaciar that was once my driveway and I realized that no car could park here. The town is’nt big enoug for both of us. One had to go and it was not me. So with a fever in my body I would have attacked this dispickable natural disaster called Snow with some sucsess, if not my darling children had played with the shovel somewhere outside before they left home for a week. The shovel was gone after all so I took a spade and started working. I felt like I was digging myself out of Alcatraz with a plastic disposable spoon… needless to say I gave up and went in to slip in to something More comfortable.
Don’t how it always is that as soon as I get sick, I age 45 years and I end up looking like I just got lost from a nursing home. My face melts in to a sad mess, my hair is a disaster and my clothes are just so sad. But comfort is key while in bed right?
I can not be the only one?
I woke up at 5am today feeling pretty pumped about getting to work early and get things done. Got there after taking a wrong turn (having a blonde moment maybe or just goldfish brains?) and ending up walking 10 minutes extra in the blizzard that hit Stockholm last night. It was freaken freezing and after a couple of hours I started to feel a little feverish and after 7 hours I decided to call it a day and go home.
I promised myself to go home and rest and you who know me know I do not do well doing nothing so I decided to only, ONLY go find the box with my jeans in them. I still have not found the box and I am stuck with the jeans I have.
However, I did end up finding all my summerdresses so I am set for June (yay….) and my favourite pair of ugly, but oh so comfortable pink leopard sweatpants that are now about 8 sizes to big but I will never let them go. I love them more then Rose loves Jack, so not letting go.
What are your wardrobe ugly favorite? I know I can not be the only one…
That said I am off to bed with NyQuill and hopefully I will feel better tomorrow.
In out new house we found this old bench from a school. I just knew I had to keep it and I decided it got to be toystorage for my little boys. I love the way it looks all old and used. It gives the room a retro feel.
Not only is it cute it is reused. Love recykled items. Not sure if I should give it a bit of a makeover or leave it as it is.
What do you think?
After two long days of moving we finally get to sit down and rest a little. We lit a fire and just enjoy a little down time in the mess that is out new home and I have decided that I will never, ever move again. I say like Bruce Willis – I am to old for this 💩.
Weeks of organizing and months of repainting and work lies a head but for now, I am glad if I make it thru the coming week alive.
Now I am going to grill marshmellows with the kids and Then put us all to bed.
According to Facebook’s very scientific and always accurate tests, I am going to have 6 kids. Are those children biological only or does all children you have lived with count? If they do then Facebook is right and I have fulfilled Facebook’s commands when it comes to having children. Otherwise… ???
Ok, so during the packing I had a little nail accident. One broke off and maked me look like I have great use for my middle finger (wich I do just like all of my fingers, just not for the purpose you are thinking of you cheeky beggar). And since I am going to be working in an office typing a lot I needed them shorter anyway so I got them fixed.
I am wearing one of my absolute favorite lipcolors Christian Dior Addict Lipstick, No. 536 Lucky, 0.12 Fluid Ounce.
Having some one do my nails is one thing I treat myself to since it makes me look and feel more put together even if I some days don’t have time for a full face of makeup and my hair done. It sort of prevents me from looking like a tired mom of four kids in leopard printed sweatpants and a messy ponytail that has given up on life… Like, at least my nails are done.
I have long ago given up on trying to do them myself. I end up angry, frustrated and looking like some one dragged me across a field of O.P.I nailpolishes with no lid on. It is not a pretty sight… Some times you just have to admit defeat and just give up and surrender. It is a waste of my time and energy.
Shorter, squared and office ready! Never mind the manic look on my face, I just look like that sometimes when I see something pink. Pink is always a good idea!
This week and next week… could they get any more hectic? Probably, but I am hoping they won’t. This Friday I am handing in my last exam for school this year and on Saturday it is time for the big move!
On Monday I start my internship with one of the biggest hospitals in Sweden and I am so excited and happy about the opportunity I have to come work with them. Also, I am a bit nervous about making mistakes, but then, who is perfect at the beginning? I always try not to think about being nervous because it is all about the good vibes right? I like to keep good thoughts and vibes in my mind so that good things can come my way and I will be in a state to recognize the opportunities that can come along. Preparation is key so as long as I can find my clothes, make up and handbag, I should be fine. And shoes… shoes would be great.
But when I am busy some things get to take the backseat and right now it is food. Who’s cooking? Not me, I manly live of cottage cheese and energy drinks. The cottage cheese in front of the computer and books and the energy drinks while packing. Look at me – health impersonated. lol #donttrythisathomekids
Elis made this little bow in preeschool and has decided to wear it all day. Could he be any cuter with his little grumpy face and a bow? ❤
I am the boxer… I am boxing everything in sight. Luckily my kids have managed to stay out of being boxed in but we´ll se about that. The house is a freaking mess and it is really getting on my nerves. But trying to see things on the bright side, I don´t have to clean this house after the move. A cleaning company is doing that for us. Thank you very much!
All the boxes upstairs are color coded so that we know what goes where but all the boxes in the downstairs room is not color coordinated yet so that is my job today after I finish up my schoolwork for today.
Can you belive there is a window back there? This room is filled to the brink soon and so is my patiens. I am so glad the new house have so much storage room we can put all boxes in there so we don’t have to have boxes all over the place while unpacking.
Since we are finally on the last week in the old house I felt it ok to bag all my clothing on hangers. Why waste boxes on things you can move from one rack to another?
Hm… I see a disturbing lack of pink in my wardrobe. I´ll have to fix that when spring comes.
Ok so we are officially on our last week in the old house (townhouse) and in a week we should be spending our first night in the new house!
I am so excited and equally stressed to get it all done, since I also have an exam due of friday next week.
The new house is in great condition and all we have to do is to put our own touch to it to make it feel like home. Can´t wait, but I have to because life is so busy and I have 10 weeks of internship coming up the first week after moving and the same week my daughter has 4 shows of Moana to perform. Ah! So many things to do!
But, decorating the house will have to take the backseat for a while and that is ok. All in good time. Patiens in my strongest feature… not!