A whole night alone...

I'm on a conference in the oldest city in Sweden and from sharing bedroom with three other people I'm going to sleep a whole night alone. It feels unreal and I'm honestly thinking about skipping supper and go to sleep right away in this bed.

Totally blown away.

This is how I look like after running 8 km on an icy track in the forest in -10 degrees late last evening.



A crappy picture but one can tell that I feel really good. And once again I'm struck by how good running is for me. It helps me decompress after a long day, get my thoughts straighten out from the blurry mess they usually gathers in, breath in fresh cold air and leave ugly feelings behind. I'm so happy I found my way to blow off steam and keep me in shape.

Debugged and exhausted.

After tons of laundry, treatments, schampo, conditioner and whining I hope all the little, disgusting lice are suffocated and dead. Goodnight.

No time.

It's hard to find time for blogging in between working, picking up children, cooking, cleaning, picking up a million toys, solving conflicts regarding what's mine and yours, socializing with wonderful friends, doing groceries for 6 adults and 3 children... Anyway here's peek from the past week that went by way to fast as usual...

H and me went on a date night, one of many benefits of living with our friends, its easy to get a babysitter. We played bowling, ate steaks and talked.



Saturday we went to the forest, made a fire and recharged our batteries. Fresh air makes you happy and tired...







Now Monday morning and we already stayed 1,5 week out of 3 at our friends place and we are already talking about how much we will miss each other when this adventure is over.

Tonight's the night!

I didn't run for over two weeks. A cold, a move and to much stress are the reasons and once again I realize how much I need to run. To run makes me feel better, be stronger, have more patience, be in a better mood and sleep better. That's why I'm so happy that my friends live close to the woods, that's where you'll find me tonight - running.

On the meny this weekend...

Moose heart and foie gras, lovely!

Change...

Change is something that most people fear but often turns out to be good and you come out of it with new experiences and maybe a bit stronger. To move in with good friends is wonderful, funny, challenging and totally "unswedish". Most people that hear that we moved in with friends looks at me with a surprised and sceptic face and seems to be questioning the whole thing. But why is moving in with friends more weired than moving in with family? I mean you choose your friend but not your family...

Children are more open and the girls are thrilled to be in this stage of change and are probably going to come out stronger and smarter. Just like us.