I'm not gonna write you a love song ♣ Weekend
(Yes, i hate the song where I stole today's blog title from, but it's on the music channel at the moment and it's fitting)
Shortly I can say that durings the days here I get so tired, frustrated and sometimes downright angry or sad, that I really consider leaving. Going back home. Maybe retake an exam and get higher grades or take a class or something else.
But then the weekend comes and I'm either out wit the au pairs or with my beloved Diederik. In Sweden it would be alot more difficult and expensive to see him. But I am glad this isn't Sweden, for many reasons. Sweden is too small for me in some way. The country is too narrowminded, claustrophobic in mind (but obviously not in space).
But then monday comes along (without competition the worst day of the week). At 13.30 I got french class (unless I skip it, which I've done a few times now), and directly after that I'm off to pick up the kids. Mondays mean I pick up both kids, Elin first and then her brother, we can call him Carl. And he is about the slowest kid I've heard of. And do keep in mind I wasn't Speedy Gonzales when I was a kid either. So if I manage to pick up Elin at 5 (means leaving the house or french class at 4.30 latest), I'll be at Carl's school at 5.15 or 5.20. Then he runs around, refuses to come with me cause he wants to be picked up at the same time as his best friend (which is alot later), he fetches his jacket which he left on a different floor and then he needs to go pee, etc. So on a good day I manage to get both kids to the metro station at around 5.45, meaning we'll be home about 20-30 mins later (if everything works out). So that's two hours just picking them up. The only good thing about mondays is that making dinner for the kids means heating up a can of ravioli.
And today is monday. I'm told to stay in and wait for a wine delievery. Not sure this counts as work time. In that case I'm on overtime now.
If I go to french or not isn't clear yet. But I have tried translating french songs and I learn like 5 times as much in a lot less time. I learn both spelling and pronounciation by looking it up in my dictionary and listening to the song.
So, this past weekend.
I couldn't visit Diederik this weekend cause I was supposed to babysit Elin during sunday afternoon while the rest of the family went to Cirque du Soleil. But then the dad had an argument with Carl (the dad isn't Carl's real dad) and that lead to the mom deciding that they would go withoutthe dad. But then they had one ticket left and they asked me. So for 2 hours I sat in a big tent on the front row, with people in spandex swinging literally above my head.
Friday evening started with an au pair meeting for the upcoming Christmas Bazaar in the swedish church. After that, 5 of us girls went out to find somewhere to sit and chat, but it was rather late and we didn't wanna go to Cheescake again.
After walking around for a while we ended up in a really cosy place, a mediterranian restaurant, and we had something to drink and sat there for an hour. Really nice. I've been absent (from au pair activities) so much that I want to get to know them better now.
Saturday was the Bazaar, and I was supposed to work between 10.30 and 14.00 with paper handcrafting together with kids. Folding paper hearts in different colors, christmas cards etc.
This was rewarded with one free snack at the cafeteria.
The children's activities were held in a cellar, for some brilliant reason. Small rooms, no ventilation, no isolation and tons of kids screeming. It was a cute version of Hell down there.
At 13.00 I had my lunch which I by part coincidence and part sneakyness managed to get on top of a snack (those who worked 14-18 aswell got both a snack and lunch). That meant one hot dog and a julmust. A snack proved to be equal to a cup of tea/coffee and one cookie. This is what they expected people to work almost 8 hours on.
After my shift was done I started making a smällkaramell for my own pleasure, and a kid asked me how to do it. I showed and helped, being the kind human that I am. And then another one came, and another. This is where I realise that I'm the only one working in the room, and i wasn't even supposed to work. I couldn't leave and abandon the kids either, so half an hour later when a few of the au pairs found me there they sent me home right away, saying I looked exhausted. But now I got a smällkaramell hanging in my window. In the colors of my hero ♥
yes, batman colors : >
Shortly I can say that durings the days here I get so tired, frustrated and sometimes downright angry or sad, that I really consider leaving. Going back home. Maybe retake an exam and get higher grades or take a class or something else.
But then the weekend comes and I'm either out wit the au pairs or with my beloved Diederik. In Sweden it would be alot more difficult and expensive to see him. But I am glad this isn't Sweden, for many reasons. Sweden is too small for me in some way. The country is too narrowminded, claustrophobic in mind (but obviously not in space).
But then monday comes along (without competition the worst day of the week). At 13.30 I got french class (unless I skip it, which I've done a few times now), and directly after that I'm off to pick up the kids. Mondays mean I pick up both kids, Elin first and then her brother, we can call him Carl. And he is about the slowest kid I've heard of. And do keep in mind I wasn't Speedy Gonzales when I was a kid either. So if I manage to pick up Elin at 5 (means leaving the house or french class at 4.30 latest), I'll be at Carl's school at 5.15 or 5.20. Then he runs around, refuses to come with me cause he wants to be picked up at the same time as his best friend (which is alot later), he fetches his jacket which he left on a different floor and then he needs to go pee, etc. So on a good day I manage to get both kids to the metro station at around 5.45, meaning we'll be home about 20-30 mins later (if everything works out). So that's two hours just picking them up. The only good thing about mondays is that making dinner for the kids means heating up a can of ravioli.
And today is monday. I'm told to stay in and wait for a wine delievery. Not sure this counts as work time. In that case I'm on overtime now.
If I go to french or not isn't clear yet. But I have tried translating french songs and I learn like 5 times as much in a lot less time. I learn both spelling and pronounciation by looking it up in my dictionary and listening to the song.
So, this past weekend.
I couldn't visit Diederik this weekend cause I was supposed to babysit Elin during sunday afternoon while the rest of the family went to Cirque du Soleil. But then the dad had an argument with Carl (the dad isn't Carl's real dad) and that lead to the mom deciding that they would go withoutthe dad. But then they had one ticket left and they asked me. So for 2 hours I sat in a big tent on the front row, with people in spandex swinging literally above my head.
Friday evening started with an au pair meeting for the upcoming Christmas Bazaar in the swedish church. After that, 5 of us girls went out to find somewhere to sit and chat, but it was rather late and we didn't wanna go to Cheescake again.
After walking around for a while we ended up in a really cosy place, a mediterranian restaurant, and we had something to drink and sat there for an hour. Really nice. I've been absent (from au pair activities) so much that I want to get to know them better now.
Saturday was the Bazaar, and I was supposed to work between 10.30 and 14.00 with paper handcrafting together with kids. Folding paper hearts in different colors, christmas cards etc.
This was rewarded with one free snack at the cafeteria.
The children's activities were held in a cellar, for some brilliant reason. Small rooms, no ventilation, no isolation and tons of kids screeming. It was a cute version of Hell down there.
At 13.00 I had my lunch which I by part coincidence and part sneakyness managed to get on top of a snack (those who worked 14-18 aswell got both a snack and lunch). That meant one hot dog and a julmust. A snack proved to be equal to a cup of tea/coffee and one cookie. This is what they expected people to work almost 8 hours on.
After my shift was done I started making a smällkaramell for my own pleasure, and a kid asked me how to do it. I showed and helped, being the kind human that I am. And then another one came, and another. This is where I realise that I'm the only one working in the room, and i wasn't even supposed to work. I couldn't leave and abandon the kids either, so half an hour later when a few of the au pairs found me there they sent me home right away, saying I looked exhausted. But now I got a smällkaramell hanging in my window. In the colors of my hero ♥
yes, batman colors : >
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Postat av: Anonym
YOU'RE LEAVING ME FOR BATMAN?
Postat av: Louise
tss you knew this day would come.
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