Queen of Rambles

No Mother of the Year Award for Me
I couldn’t sleep last night and woke up in a sweat. Mike told me to go cool off in the guest room since it is always freezing in there. I think I need to make that my new room. The bed is much more comfortable than our bed.

Mike brought MisterE in for a feeding and thoughtfully brought my water jug as well since I must drink when I nurse. I’m so talented that I managed to spill the cold water all over my poor half-asleep son. You should have heard the screams. I pulled his pajamas off and took him to the other room since the bed was soaked. He slept in his diaper the rest of the night.

Appearances Can Be Deceiving
I had my weekly mall walking date yesterday and was overwhelmed by the number of people. Normally it’s just moms with strollers, old people and mentally handicapped groups in the morning. There was no school yesterday so the teenagers were out in droves.

As I walked by a cheerleader in a short skirt and track pants (so attractive), I heard a snide “They shouldn’t allow people to bring baby carriages into the mall.” It took every fiber of my being to not turn around and run right over the little bitch. I decided it wasn’t worth it and kept on walking, knowing she will most likely live to eat those words in about 10 years. I can understand the sentiment. I really can. There are always people who think they are entitled to run right over everyone else whether it’s on the road or in the mall. I’m not one of those people. I always stay to the right, let people pass me, move out of the way and sincerely thank anyone who helps me with the doors. I know not everyone is so polite.

My faith in teenagers was restored a couple of hours later when it was time to ride the elevator down to the ground level. MisterE was looking especially cute because his little tuft was standing at attention. It looked like a perfect exclamation point sticking out of the top of his head. You could have used the tuft as a level if you held the boy sideways. He was out of his stroller because he was being naughty and whiny, so everyone could see his cuteness and ooh and ahh over it.

A couple of total thug looking gangstas got on the elevator with us and I was slightly worried because there’s no reason healthy young men should be on the elevator. Then one of them started giggling and cooing and making funny faces at Erik and I melted. Here was this guy with his pants around his ankles, a do-rag on his head, and the silliest grin as he buttered up MisterE. If there’s one thing I learned when I was teaching, most teenagers really do have a heart of gold if you just know how to access it.

On Being Married to a Swede
I don’t know if all Swedes are very deliberate in their actions, but mine is. It can take him months to reach a decision. I moved to Sweden in September and we didn’t get a bed until mid-November. We went and looked and Mike had to think hard, but he never reached a conclusion. I finally had to take the bull by the horns and force him into the furniture store.

Today as we walked out of the Mexican restaurant that we have become addicted to, I noticed we had a flat tire. On closer inspection the tire was not only EXTREMELY low on air, but also had the steel belt showing through. I demanded new tires that instant, but Mike thought we could just fill up the air and wait and think about getting new tires. Steel belt showing. Wait for tires. Does not compute. I had to exert all my motherly authority and announce that my baby was not riding on the highway in a car with a defunct tire.

Cute Babies Save Lives
There just happened to be a tire store in the same strip mall as the restaurant, so we hopped on over there and talked to the guy at the front desk. The store was closing in fifteen minutes, but after looking at the tires the guy said he wouldn’t drive on any of them. We got brand new tires even though they had to stay open about fifteen minutes late. I credit MisterE for the excellent service we received. At first the guy said he wouldn’t be able to get it done today, but after I told him I had to take my sweet baby out to Dulles tomorrow he somehow magically made time to fix us up. He also spent a goodly amount of time cooing over the giggling baby.

All’s Well that Ends Well
Because my flight was delayed and the airport was changed, I get to see Tora tomorrow! She’s a volunteer out at the airport so I’ll get to have an escort right up to my gate! Major score! I haven’t seen her since Talk Like a Pirate Day, so it will be fun to catch up with her.

I guess this changed flight was really a blessing in disguise. I get to meet up with a friend, have a helper at the airport, sleep until 7:30, and not die a fiery death on the highway.

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