Update on the smell

So this weekend we've had a lot of fun. Magnus has chopped up the floor in Hugo's room in the hunt for the smell. Yesterday the "treasure hunt" payed off (if you can actually call it a pay off) and he found a dead rat that smelled everything but good. Unfortunately the smell didn't disappear when the dead rat got removed so there will be more chopping before we can restore the floor again. I just hope that no more rats decide that they are going to move in and die in our house. Sure it's nice to get all new floor and if they decide to die in a wall I'd probably get new wall paper but I'd rather do it the old fashioned way, without the SMELL!

Surprise, surprise.

Yesterday I met up with some other moms who like me have a "special" kid. We spent all evening with nice food and wonderful conversation. Mostly we complained about how hard it seems to be for men to think for themself. For instance I thought that this morning was going to be like all other mornings when Magnus is taking Hugo for a check-up somewhere. He stays in bed while I get everything organized for their trip. Pack everything, get the kids ready, make breakfast and so on. And I had forgotten to change the time for Leo's arrival to pre-school so I thought that I'd have to drop him of even if pre-school is on the way to where Magnus and Hugo are going.

Was I in for a major surpise this morning when Magnus' alarm went of BEFORE mine did (he beat me with half an hour) and he actually got up and made breakfast, not only for himself but for the kids as well. He also got Hugo ready without complaining and around half past six he started to gather shoes and wintercoats for both kids so they could get on the way. We usualy don't go to pre-school til around half past seven so I had to ask why he was dressing Leo as well since I hadn't changed the time. Magnus had remembered to change the time HIMSELF yesterday when he picked the kids up from pre-school.

One can hope that this is the start of a new era but I guess I should just take it one day at a time and enjoy this moment cause it might not happen again.

P.S The first snow arrived yesterday evening and even if I don't like to come out to a frozen car every morning I kind of like the fact that winter is sneaking up on us.

I didn't get fired...

... but I'm not sure that there will be much change at work even if I did put my foot down yesterday. Anyway it feels good that I stod up for myself and there's not much more I can do.

Enough about work we have bigger issues to attend. After trying to get rid of an awful smell in Hugo's room for the last couple of weeks we've come to the conclusion that there must be something in either the walls or the ceiling (we are thinking dead rat and/or rat's nest) that is the cause of it. What to do, what to do? Well...Hugo hade to move in with his little brother and that is no picnic either for them or their parents. Try to choose between having Leo in your own bed all night kicking you on most parts of your body or letting them sleep in Leo's and having two kids up when Hugo decides he's not going to sleep any more. That my friends is a tough choice. Yesterday I didn't get any sleep due to Leo kicking me and this morning they got up around 3.45 am. Both choices are equally bad. I tell you... if the rat isn't already dead when we find him (yes I think it's a male) I will personaly strangle him.

Well... now it's time for the usual battle of the morning.... getting the kids ready for pre-school. Have a good one everybody!

Maybe I'm sensitive...

... but when I got critizised at work the other day it really bugged me. I can take a lot of crap but when I'm told that I'm careing too much about my students I get a little pissed off. Someone gave me the suggestion that I should talk to one of my co-workers to get an idea on what I'm supposed to be like so today, on my day off, I'm going to work to do just that. Well.... my plan isn't to talk to him, more like watch his every move to see what he does different from me and than maybe I can figure out what I'm doing wrong. I guess what's really bugging me is that he was called an expert and I never work with him since he's only in on Tuesdays and I work Wednesday to Friday so how can I get tips from him? Hopefully I can keep my cool otherwise I might be out of work sooner than I thought =)

The thing is I wasn't aware that one could care too much.

Friday is finaly here...

... and we have the weekend ahead of us. But I guess that it will be over before we've had time to blink and that none of all the things I've decided that I'm going to do actually got done. So why make any plans at all? Maybe I should try not to make any plans for next weekend and see what happens. This weekend I've planed to do some house cleaning, laundry, correcting the math test my students had today so that they can get their results first thing Monday morning, finish a book about Leo for pre-school that should have been done in April (yeah I know... I'm a terrible mother), hang out with my kids and play with them, take Leo to gymnastics on Sunday, get some rest and finaly... prepair an art assignment for Monday since I'm filling in for the arts and crafts teacher at work.

We'll see how many of these tasks I'll get done by Sunday evening, probably none but it's the thougt that counts, right?

Put a spell on me.... please!

I wish I was sleeping beauty.... maybe not for a hundred years but for a week or two. If you know any scientists who needs a research object in a study on how LITTLE sleep a person can get and still walk around I'm available.

Yes I know that one is supposed to sleep really bad when there are small kids in the family. But I doubt that there are many six-year-old kids that get up in the middle of the night and start playing, wandering around the house turning all the lights on, picking up stuff to throw in their mother's face just to make sure she isn't getting any rest if she decides to stay in bed and try to ignore the fact that he's up. 4, 3, 2:30 and 3 are not the numbers of some lottery I entered (but come to think of it maybe I should buy a lottery ticket cause I'd probably have a better chance of hitting the jackpot than being able to sleep til 7 o'clock one morning).

What makes it worse is that people makes comments like.... you don't look tired. Well that's because you have only known me while I've been looking like a zombie. Today one of my students told me that I actually looked more tanned than I usualy do.... My answer to that one was "Well that has to be dirt". In my mind I was counting the days since I had a proper shower since Magnus is working evenings this week and those weeks there are limited chances of getting in the shower without the kids wrecking the house.

Yeah... I know you think I'm exaggerating but this morning I went out to pick up some clothes from the laundry room and that took a maximum of two minutes. During that time Leo had managed to turn on all four plates on the stove and when I came into the kitchen I could smell something burning and I tell you it was not a pretty sight. Just take a minute to think about what would have happened if I'd taken a shower (even if I hurry that will take more than 2 minutes) For me the choice is easy... I'd rather have a roof over my head than clean ears.

Well I'd better go to bed cause the nights are short here in Stringlake.

What happened!

It all went so fast and I have no idea how it could happen. This morning I was talking to my co-worker in Osby and telling her how nice it felt to have the day off today and tomorrow. I was also telling her that even if somebody called and asked if I was free to come and work for them I would say no. I drove to the store and while I was picking up breakfast rolls, my phone rang in my pocket. I picked up and a voice in the other end was asking if I could come work tomorrow in Markaryd.... and what happened.... instead of saying NO I hear myself asking... how many hours? When do I start? When do I get off? And after that I can hear myself saying...."sure, I'll be there" and I actually sound like that's the best offer I've gotten during my entire life. WHY? It's official.... my brain and my mouth are not connected to eachother.

Well... I guess I'll have lots of fun getting to know new kids tomorrow but I really neaded some time off as well. Why am I so eager to please? It must be something in my genes.... I'll have to blame my parents for this one I think =) Why do they have to be so service minded and why didn't it skip one generation? I wonder if I could take some class in "learning how to say no"?

Next time I'll definately say no (or maybe not.... I guess I'm worried that if I say no there won't be a next time so I will probably say YES for the rest of my life)