Last week I was strolling through our supermarket and while searching for a can of good and safe tuna, I spotted some good old herring in tomato sauce. Hadn’t seen that for a long long time. I almost screeched. In a happy way.
We started our life together here in Amsterdam. Now we’re moving on. We’re leaving. For real. All this time we were all whoop whoop about this new phase. But now we’re signing a contract this week, it’s like what the hell are we doing.
I could have seen that coming right? And it will all work out and be fine, or even better. I know that, because I just know and it’s what everybody tells me . So that’s not the point.
Today I was at that point where I was sick of not being able to drive a car anymore, because of fear. I packed our bags, grabbed J and squeezed her into her winter coat. Armed with the car keys and a Belgian speaking satnav we were ready to hit the car and leave. Just like that. But then rain and hail came crashing down from the sky.
But but but, always a but. But this time was different. I swear.
December is busy, but I love it because of its presents, food and family (in that specific order). I’m greedy. When I open Instagram or Pinterest I get hungry. I wander through blogs for inspiration, run to web shops and toss everything I like in my shopping cart. I want it all. I toss some more, but than I get annoyed by my greed. Thank God for that, because I’d be homeless (and partnerless) otherwise.
People say less is more and I want to live like that too, because my head (and B) knows it’s better, more sustainable. That’s why I made up a few rules for myself to control this commercial weakness.
Yes Madelon, here we go. You wanted a cake. I got you a cake. And not just one.
Pinterest worked like a charm. I had it all figured out in no time. Cake pops. And not just plain cake pops, noohoo, no bake Oreo cake pops that is. Sort of easy and tremendously suitable with a kid under the age of 2. Seriously.
Your last sentence keeps echoing in my head “if you meet someone likeminded it just falls into place”. That’s exactly how I feel about this. About love in general. I like to feel things. Not literally, but more emotionally. And when I meet someone, I know very quickly if we can relate or not and I think you are the same.
It’s easy for me to say now, I’m not in LA with 2 kids and a working husband. But I really think the flashbacks to how it was when you were in high school or on the dating market, make you feel more insecure. Like you’re there again. But you’re not.
December is her month. I love December and all it’s family gatherings, food and presents. But I can tell you this: December is the most inconvenient month to deliver a baby.
In short: we have two* Christmas like events and a little girl’s birthday in less than a month. All of which involves family. And I grew up in a family that knows how to value presents (if you know what I mean). Including me, but this three week gift marathon is let’s say intense.