Loathing
I loathe being without an internet connection. Working at home isn't as much fun with a malfunctioning connection, and weekends aren't quite as good as they should be. Pah! I spit in its general direction...
Loving
Yesterday wasn't one of my best days, and by evening (hubby'd gone off to his football) I was being unreasonably grumpy around the kids. So I shut myself in my bedroom for a second (no, I wasn't crying, funnily enough..). Two were in the tub, one was "in the merry corner" as the kids say - but the two others came in after me. Just lay next to me, stroking me.
Then Jakob went off for a minute, and came back with a note saying: "You're the best mum in the world!" (Well, in Norwegian...) That helped a bit...
A little later, the kids were in bed, I was sitting in a chair, feigning sudoku-solving, actually not even holding a pen... Hubby came home from football, and showed me the notes he'd just found; (just inside the door) "daddy, please tell mum she's the best mum in the world!" And the other (just outside Jakob's room, he knew hubby'd come there to kiss them goodnight even as they lay sleeping): "P.S. Because she doesn't think so herself!"
Loving completely ruled out the loathing bit!
I loathe being without an internet connection. Working at home isn't as much fun with a malfunctioning connection, and weekends aren't quite as good as they should be. Pah! I spit in its general direction...
LovingYesterday wasn't one of my best days, and by evening (hubby'd gone off to his football) I was being unreasonably grumpy around the kids. So I shut myself in my bedroom for a second (no, I wasn't crying, funnily enough..). Two were in the tub, one was "in the merry corner" as the kids say - but the two others came in after me. Just lay next to me, stroking me.
Then Jakob went off for a minute, and came back with a note saying: "You're the best mum in the world!" (Well, in Norwegian...) That helped a bit...
A little later, the kids were in bed, I was sitting in a chair, feigning sudoku-solving, actually not even holding a pen... Hubby came home from football, and showed me the notes he'd just found; (just inside the door) "daddy, please tell mum she's the best mum in the world!" And the other (just outside Jakob's room, he knew hubby'd come there to kiss them goodnight even as they lay sleeping): "P.S. Because she doesn't think so herself!"
Loving completely ruled out the loathing bit!
6 comments:
You didn't cry? You certainly made me cry! Then, of course, I love both the kids and the mother - my "kid". A moving story, suppose it's effect will last for a couple of days?
LOVE - your mum
That is so lovely (hey...another LO word!) And, it seems to involve 3 generations. How cool is that?
:-)
vaAbsolutely, the loving won!
How cute are your kids? :) Very!
Oh...that's too sweet. I'm a mean old aunt and that made my lip quiver a bit.
:-) No words. Simply :-)
Og noen må tørre først, å skrive på norsk:) Koselig lesing, en liten påminning som angår flere av oss... Klem svigerinne Hanne (og Kari/Arne som er her noen dager)
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