I’lltakea SIPPofthis drinkand tellyou the truth. A daydoes not haveenough hours. Simpleas that.Itis a statementthatis repeated inspinninglessons Iuse to beon; “You’re not runningthe day, the dayis runningyou”.With kids, dogs, exercise,house, friends and familyit will not bemuchtime leftfor theblog.Moreover,the house has not beencared forthe past week.So the only thingyousawif Ihadshared photoswith youhadbeen the world‘s biggest dust-balls. *laughs*
… Andlet‘s be honest, Who isinterestedin seeingdust-ballsinan interiorblog?
Ok , now I’ll tell you a little secret. Today is the penultimate day before I offcially return to work . And I cry . Tears , snot, you name it … I ‘ve gone from being the girlfriend in “the gang” who never cries, to be she that cries every day. Becoming a mom does something to a person. It turns life upside-down , and it gives meaning to life.
To ‘d be away from Celine so extremely long hours during the day tearing me up inside. I know . Hopeless to think that. Madness to feel it. For I begrudge my girl more than anything to spend time with her grandparents , her father and especially other children. Maybe I have become more selfish as mom? On the other hand, it is the last thing I am. Celine comes far before myself and everyone else in my life. She is everything. And it’s the way it should be.
Enough whining talk from this side. Now I will enjoy my coffee before I´ll sit and admire my beautiful daughter for rest of the day . Check back later tonight if you want some inspiration. Let´s just say that my inner party planner is awake ! 😉
…..I eatlunch withmyfavorite cupfrom ArneJacobsen, and my twofavoritepeople.Mybetter halfandCeline.
Wish youa niceSunday!It‘s so weird that it‘s Easter already..Oh, time goes bytoo fast…On the other handwe walktowardsbrighter timesand thatis delicious. TomorrowI am going tothrow meoverthe outside areaagain.