I have been thinking for days now: I'll give it one more day and then my head will clear. It all started with a cold 6weeks ago and it never quite went away and now I have this second wave, which seems to have put cotton wool in my head.
I am spending most of the hours of the day just to get through to the evening without too many mishaps. Get children up (Well, that particular part is not exactly hard, they both jump out of bed before my alarm clock goes off), but you know, back and forth to school, dinner on the table, clean clothes... This is more than my head will take at the moment, but as most workathomemums I am not allowed to just drop everything in favor for the bed, so I am dating Mr Lemsip.
Speaking of alarm clocks, the weirdest thing happened to me this morning. It was actually the first time we set the alarm clock since moving up here..what's it called in English?.., in Swedish it's "Clock Radio". An alarm clock which is also a radio.
Anyway, I managed to hit the "buzz me again in 5" without any problems, but after a couple of rounds with doing that I realized that I had to get up, so I managed to half sit up and I tilted the "Clock Radio" a bit to be able to reach the little fiddly buttons at the back, which off course, one of which is the one to turn off the whole thing. I accidentally managed to turn on the radio and what instantly hit me was that, it was the Swedish Radio! Loud and clear, crisply tuned in when I had the radio tilted. If it stood up straight, it was something local, but tilted, I could listen to a very bored dietrician informing all the Swedish radio listeners trying to build up some stamina to get out of bed, of the danger of eating the wrong thing (I cannot remember what it was), but it was very bad for you!
It was a weird feeling stumbling on a Swedish Radio station like that, by mistake, but it reminds me of our northern latitude. Not to far away.
At school, I have now managed to let C wear trousers on breaks *yeayh*!! All of you out there who are told "you can't change that, don't make a stir!"
Now my son don't have to freeze his knees off, I don't care if they think I am strange. He is warm. I'll bet that other mums will follow.