Monday, tuesday, happy days.
As I had foreseen, this became a better day than the weekend (almost).
Sun was shining from early morning as I dropped off Elin (riding in her new baby carriage, much lighter than the old one).
Afterwards, the first thing I always do after leaving daycare (not struggling with a heavy child in a death trap on wheels), is put out my ipod and listen to rock music. No other genre does it for me quite as rock at that moment. Preferably Queens. It's fantastic.
So as I walk back to the metro with We are the Champions banging in my ears I feel rather good about myself. I have noticed how I love being around these kids. Taking care of them, feeding them, holding and comforting them. Wasn't sure I had it in me. They say that when the devil grows old, he gets religious. Maybe I'm growing old. I feel old.
I got home, took some money and headed out to explore the central parts of this suburb. Was really looking for shoes and jeans when I wandered around. Bought carbonated water in the supermarket, extremely cheap, compared to Sweden, 40 cent. and i didnt even buy the cheapest brand. And then I walked around. Ended up in another, HUGE supermarket, seemingly endless.
Sad part is that I found nicelooking shoes in there for 19,99 and I consider buying them. I take care of kids, read and I buy my shoes at the local supermarket. I AM old.
I bought blue plums and some kind of cheese snack. Old, old, old.
But people here (men between 15 and 35 and women 35+) call me mademoiselle, which is rather pleasant.
And another thought struck me at the huge supermarket. Instead of buying jeans I could buy black office pants. More comfortable.
It's official. I'm a lady.
Oh, and when I got home.. I sat in the garden to catch some sun, reading a book, eating my plums and drinking water.
This is terrible.
Thank god I got my Batman bag here with me. And the bag with the Rabies Kitten.
So tired, nighty!
Sun was shining from early morning as I dropped off Elin (riding in her new baby carriage, much lighter than the old one).
Afterwards, the first thing I always do after leaving daycare (not struggling with a heavy child in a death trap on wheels), is put out my ipod and listen to rock music. No other genre does it for me quite as rock at that moment. Preferably Queens. It's fantastic.
So as I walk back to the metro with We are the Champions banging in my ears I feel rather good about myself. I have noticed how I love being around these kids. Taking care of them, feeding them, holding and comforting them. Wasn't sure I had it in me. They say that when the devil grows old, he gets religious. Maybe I'm growing old. I feel old.
I got home, took some money and headed out to explore the central parts of this suburb. Was really looking for shoes and jeans when I wandered around. Bought carbonated water in the supermarket, extremely cheap, compared to Sweden, 40 cent. and i didnt even buy the cheapest brand. And then I walked around. Ended up in another, HUGE supermarket, seemingly endless.
Sad part is that I found nicelooking shoes in there for 19,99 and I consider buying them. I take care of kids, read and I buy my shoes at the local supermarket. I AM old.
I bought blue plums and some kind of cheese snack. Old, old, old.
But people here (men between 15 and 35 and women 35+) call me mademoiselle, which is rather pleasant.
And another thought struck me at the huge supermarket. Instead of buying jeans I could buy black office pants. More comfortable.
It's official. I'm a lady.
Oh, and when I got home.. I sat in the garden to catch some sun, reading a book, eating my plums and drinking water.
This is terrible.
Thank god I got my Batman bag here with me. And the bag with the Rabies Kitten.
So tired, nighty!
Kommentarer
Postat av: Dids
You're getting old, woman.
Postat av: Ozzy
my very manly response: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
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