Sunday, June 8, 2014

Case of the Mondays

Monday mornings, so stressed and loud. 

Short people begging to please let them sleep in. 

But by the time they  get to school,  it's like the intro of Love Actually but instead of people meeting, there are just goodbyes, but not teary since it will only be hours till we all see each other again (especially in NYC tomorrow, where public schools have a half-day- kids are let out at 11 or 12 depending on when they start in the morning). 

It never gets old watching all these little humans with their lunch bags and backpacks and pig tails and braids and untied tricky shoe laces and toothpaste stains (just not enough time to deal with that) and the little hands in the big hands. The show is on every weekday every morning all around the world.

I love it. 


  1. Det är just sådana här saker som du skriver så satans fint och bra.

  2. Definitely yes!

    No matter how down I might be, picking up the kids at school is always one of the best parts of my day

    And it's not just seeing my own come out of the door. I love the look on the face of every kid that comes out and suddenly lights up on seeing whomever has come to pick them up. It might sound cheesy, but it's magical.

    I've just learned that we're also taking the big step of moving countries, so I have a question for you:

    What didn't you think about when moving to NY with the kids that turned out to be important/beautiful/endearing/tough?



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