What's up?

Finally it's over... just the first term, and the second term? starting on Monday... Why is it that I bring up College every single time? How boring can one get? The truth is that we haven't had so much going on here except for a few vomits and quite too many visits to the bathroom from Emily and Olivia who got the stomachflu just on time before my finals... They are ok now, they have even eaten good today and fortunatelly no changing sheets and pijamas and giving baths in the middle of the night... the mom? exhausted...
I am so anxious planing Emily's B-day on february! She hasn't picked up a theme for the cake so I thought I could choose it by myself this year... we'll se what comes out of it.
And I turn 35... That's a whole lot of years... I cannot but asking myself what I have done with all those, almost 12,800 days of life I've had... went to kindergarden, primary school, High school... made half way to become a chemical technician, not my stuff; change to pedadogy and finished. Tried to get in Medical School, failed by Physics... not again... changed religion, made one year in Psychology, served as a missionary in Patagonia (been to Cutral Co, Trelew, Comodoro Rivadavia, Ushuaia and San Martin de los Andes) and spent some of the greatest 19 months of my life, came back, got married, started International Business, not my thing... worked as an English teacher in a high School (and a lot of other things as well), started English in the University, moved to Holland for 3 months, moved to Spain for a month, back to Argentina and my job as a teacher, got divorced, moved to Scotland, move to Sweden, studied Swedish, got two wonderful kids,started Nursing... I haven't done much!!! what on earth happened with all those 12,800 days???
I got depressed... but from all I have done there are two little people who summarize it all in just one sentence "I have done two of the greatest of wonders" and I am happy, and with that alone, I feel I have succeded... Lame? maybe... it works for me!

Stressed X-mas...

This x-mas was unusual. I wasn't feeling all x-masy as I usually do... A whole bunch of tests, a lot of memories that came all att the same time to leave me all gloomy, the bad weather...
As it usually happens I let all my stress out in baking, the whisking, the smells, and of course the eating, help me to recover the "home sweet home" feeling when I feel I've lost it. if you are thinking about coming home for tea, I recommend you do it whenever I am homesick. So here are some of the things I've made to cheer myself up. It worked... and of course, it seems to have cheered up the digits is the wiegh as well...

I might have gone a little bit too far

Ok... i LOVE College, and that's no secret, but I am starting to think that I might need to take it a little bit easier when it comes to "bringing College home"... I'm scared i might traumatize my girls. This is not so "normal" is it?

Emily and Olivia's first Lucia

The 13th of December is Lucia day in Sweden. It's kind of long to explain and there are more than one version of the begining and the meaning of it, let's just say it's a Swedish tradition where kids get all dressed up (some of them like KKK members, which is kind of creepy, others like Santa or Santa's little helpers and others, like my kids, just put on "Lucia's night dress and hold a candle) and sing Lucia songs and xmas carols.
The 13th was Emily's and the 14th Olivia's cellebrations in daycare and of course I had to miss them!!! Why? Because I am a terrible, terrible mother who had to be in College both days!!!
Thanks to grandma and grandpa I have it on DVD and could watch it and cry over and over again the next weekend.
Here are some of the pics.

How much is TOO MUCH?

It's been a long time since I last posted something here... I know, I know... the point was to write about all those everyday details that make life what it is, but somehow I haven't got the time. Not that I "really" have the time now but it's good, once in a while, to forget about all the "must do" and get some time off to do, at least one of the "want to do".
These last weeks have been a nightmare! well I might be overreacting but it feels like that just now. When we consider the funny effect of time we might all agree that in a few months, maybe even a few weeks, this would be another "small stone in the way".
Nicklas has been hospitalized for a whole week whith a pneumothorax that nobody seemed to know why it happened or how to fix. After a week they decided that he needed surgery. It all turned out fine... all except me, I'm affraid...
It felt so overwhelming to be alone with the kids, drop them in daycare, study, run to the hospital, taking the dog for walks, writing essays and having online seminaries to attend, the food, the cleaning, the shopping... I managed because obviously there wasn't any other option.
Oh gosh! I am such a whimp! The thought that any other woman would have done it just fine with no complaints strikes me everyday. But I cannot stop wondering how much is actually too much...
A final to come in just two weeks and I am really absolutely not ready, three days in a raw going up att 4 in the morning to catch the buss and then the train and then endless hours in College.
Sometimes it feels a little bit like a damaged computer batery, the screen keeps on showing "7 minutes left" and the stupid thing keeps on going and going. Will anybody believe that I am actually in the "7 minutes left" period? I am not a superwoman, as much as it hurts to admit it, my too much has come with a body that keeps on going and going.
"I'll rest someday", I keep on saying to myself; "count your blessings", "you never get more than you can handle", "if you save your energies and stop complaining you will have more strenghts to do what you are suppoused to", "it's ok to ask for help", "reconsider your priorities", bla, bla, bla, bla... The machine goes on and on with the stupid unseen message "7 minutes left".

It's been a long time!

I am suppoused to be studying now, but the truth is that I am gettin a little bit tired of all the muscles and bones.
There has been quite a lot going on, though I am affraid it wasn't that intresesting as to post it here.
I have started with University and I love it. Right now we are focusing in Anatomy and Physiology and it can't really get more interesting than this! Or maybe Preclinic I... hard to say.
I have met wonderful people and I feel at home in school. We got our clothes not so long ago and it turned out to be really amusing to see each other all dressed up as nurses, some of the guys already looked like ones.
Not so much time to write because mostly of the times I am online I find myself trapped in the school learning plattform, it turned out to be more addictive than facebook!!! I am so sounding like a total geek... :(
The girls are growing so fast! Olivia turned 2 on September 2nd and we had a little party at home. We had a lovely time with our friends and their kids. She wanted a snail-cake which I translated into "a cake with a snail on", so that's what she got. Big sister came up very upset and pointed out that my snail was wrong! the eyes are not in the face... Ok, my little biologist had a point, but it wouln't have looked cute with eyes on the antenas.
As crazy as it seems, Emily is fascinated with the skeleton, she sits with me and memorize names for bones over and over again. She even wants to sit right next to me when I am watching the clases!!
I gott get going now but I will try to post a little more often.

Blessed be daycare!

And so it was that the family routine chance drastically. Last Wednesday the girls started daycare. We were blessed with the transfer to one that is much nearer and has a much better reputation.
The first day we were there with them and it went quite good, the wander came when it was time to leave them alone (well, obviously they were with the teachers and a bunch of other kids) and they just waved bye bye and went on playing.
They simply love it! Olivia's teachers can't stop saying how amazing it is that Olivia speaks so much at her age... No wonder she talks, she's MY daughter. I talk to her all the time since she was born, and she's got a talkative sister as well. She is so much fun, I love the way she tells stories and tries to explain reality her own way, but sometimes I get caught in time, it was not so long ago that I had to beg someone else (that would be my niece) to please stop talking beacuse I really, really needed to think.
It's not so much time left until I start university, I am excited and got in a hurry to finish everything that I wanted to do in the summer. No way to finish in a week but we'll do what we can (and by we I mean I)