It’s been 4 months already. Me living in LA. I am adjusting, starting to find my way around the supermarket. Our house is almost finished and feels more and more like home.
So far so good. But then there is the building a new social life part. I’m 37 and I have to make new friends. And that is not so easy.
I don’t need loads of friends, because honestly I can’t handle many. I’m a good friend, a loyal friend, and an ‘I move mountains for you’ friend. But I don’t call to chat and I will remember that important thing you have, but probably a day too late. I’m messy. In my house, in my head and in my friendships. But I’m there when I need to, i’m true and I’m always honest.
R this week. J next month. The terrible two’s. But I won’t start about that again. All is said by Madelon yesterday. And I agree, of course. What I really wanted to talk about is her birthday party.
Last year we had a 3 day party marathon. An emotional actual birthday, remembering the horrible watermelon-through-tiny-whole scene and greyish fog afterwards. And then a shipload of people on 20 meters square for two days. Not good for any type of person. But I also enjoyed throwing a party again, with excessive amounts of decoration, food and presents.
At the end of this week my girl turns two. Two! These past two years have flown by and I really like to see her personality evolve. She’s cute and cuddly and funny. And she has a very, very strong mind.
My little chubby, easy baby is now a busy bee all over the place, talking, singing and knowing exactly what she wants. And doesn’t want.
Well, that was sort of unexpected. Here I was, thinking we take it slow. I ask you how you like your coffee, you ask me how I like my eggs in the morning. Or what my favorite sweater is. Of course not. You ask me to be a mermaid!
I hate this ‘challenge’. I hate games. And I hate you. But if I play…. I take that shit serious (pardon my french)!
You know those days when mother and child just can’t get on the same page? Well today is exhibit A of that. She screamed, I screamed louder. She wanted cookies, I wanted wine. I felt like writing a nice blogpost, she didn’t feel like napping.
Well that didn’t happen, so instead of a post I have top level stress hormones juggling around my body. I don’t want that (B neither, he’s hiding in the kitchen as we speak).
Last week I was away for two days. When I returned to our house and walked in, it hit me: it felt like coming home!
I love our place. It’s spacious, it’s light and it has a perfect garden (with lemons!). So I’m happy living here. But next to the beige carpet there is one more thing I’m dying to part with… The kitchen! That brown, old and dirty kitchen. I swear my fridge is older than me.
I love Alice in Wonderland. I am Alice in Wonderland. At least, I was when B and I first met. On a dating site. Yes, you heard that right, a dating site.
After one year of single life I signed myself up, with 2 pictures and some weird text about me and how I was waiting for a prince to drop out of the air. I wasn’t serious and I certainly wasn’t planning on dating…
Honestly? I was planning to skip Halloween this year. B. was away for work the whole week and the thought of doing this all by myself, with my busy two, didn’t sound that appealing. And he never experienced it before, so he wasn’t aware of what he would miss out on.
But walking down the street, going to the supermarket, watching tv… You can’t escape Halloween, nowhere to hide! And if you follow me on Instagram you know how much my kids love to dress up.
So my sweet friend Ellen came to the rescue. She invited us to celebrate with her and some friends in Santa Monica. And I’m so glad she did!!