Yet another sunny and warm day... It's funny how the weather improvement seems to still come as a surprise every morning!... It has been such a long, cold and rainy Winter for what we usually have and even the Spring was a bit shy to show itself around. But now that it finally did, in its full splendor, we've jumped from 15ºC to 30ºC in a week - with the consequence of leaving us really really tired.
There's an interesting detail about my life and warm weather - it seems like warm weather manages to turn my husband into an infuriated wild animal. :-) I'm saying this with a smile, but it can truly be a scary thing to see... Despite the fact that he's been wearing t-shirts and short sleeved shirts for a few months now, and that's he's always picking the thinest of his summer pants, he's always complaining he's too warm, sweating himself senseless and making the speediest (possible) run home so he can jump into a pair of shorts. To be really honest, I've never really met anyone so fond of his shorts as him - and I'm born and bred by the seaside!
I've got to conclude that we're the perfect antagonism... Well, despite all our physical differences, that can scream out ANTAGONISM just by themselves, there are many funny differences in our way of reacting to the weather. For example, shorts is an item that definitely runs short in my wardrobe. In fact, up until 5 years ago, I didn't own a single pair - and the only pair I've been owning for 5 years was a father-in-law inspired buy (though not quite as inspired as I think he'd like... but that's maybe the sort of information I should leave for some other time... hmm...). I can enjoy the warm weather without it bringing out the shorts-wearer in me. Though I seem to manage the warmth sort of well, one I can't really deal with is cold weather, so Sweden in the Winter, for me, poses a bit of a challenge... It's also a bit like dressing for a play!... :-) You know all those things you'd NEVER wear back home, like extra fluffy woolly socks, scarf, gloves and hat (hat!!) - the kind of items that, when on, make you feel like you're looking like a sausage - oh my, how they turn out to be so handy! :-) And then I head out, looking pretty much like a rather short version of the abominable snowman, still freezing every bit of myself off, while Mr. B. puts on his skimpy coat (with just a shirt or so underneath!) with an assuring smile - the kind that just says: "don't worry about me, I'll warm up really quick, once I'm started with chiseling you off that block of ice!"...
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Yesterday was a rather long day for me, that started with blood tests and ended up with falling asleep to the 5th episode of "Kommissarie Winter" and - this must be said! - without finishing to watch the 4th! Why? Because this sweet hubby of mine watched it all on Tuesday night and didn't wait to watch it with me! Mean mean mean! So I'm now supposed to watch the 2nd half of that episode all by myself! Hm!
In the afternoon, Miss B. went to her ballet class and is now the proud owner of a new pair of ballet shoes (and socks, and ballet suit, and skirt... hm...). Her ballet examination is approaching, just a little over a month left and another particularly emotional and stressed out period is soon upon us. It's always so inspiring how cool she is about all this - and interesting challenge and nothing else. It kind of becomes a bit of an eye opener for all those moments I feel my life is going to fall into pieces if something or other just doesn't turn out in this or that way.
Afterwards, it was time to go and pick Mr. B. up from work and head for a quick shopping trip to IKEA and the shopping center attached to it.
One thing I must confess is that I'm a bit of an IKEA-addict. Sometimes I'm just feeling like yesterday (a bit too many times, I'm afraid...) - blah! - and then I just do the quick drive down to IKEA and just stroll around in the store, occasionally just throwing myself on a sofa or on a bed, letting my daughter play house in (as she calls it) "other people's houses" (a.k.a., showrooms) or go around hugging the bedding. Yes, I can turn myself into a bit of an embarrassment, so I choose to do so in the most unlikely hours for any common being here to be shopping. As I'm not a fan of crowds, it just suits me fine!
For dinner, of course, we had the all-so-typical, but yet to be mentioned - köttbullar med kokt potatis, brunsås och lingonsylt (= meatballs with boiled potatoes, brown sauce and lingon jam) and, for dessert, a mini prinsesstårta (= princess cake).
And now it's time to move on... Major laundry day today and I'm feeling sooooo tired! :-S
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