With temperatures of -15 degrees C the only thing I have on my mind – the tiny part that is still left unfrozen – is warmth. If you remember the story of Nature Boy and Flirty Flannel Girl you will know I am once again featuring my hottest attire this season!
Quick dinners are my life saviour at the moment. We’ve been busily chugging along ever since school started. The ease of summer break when the days were relaxed and calm have gone. Instead it’s work, photo shoots crammed in between guitar lessons, swim practice, homework and school projects. During the week I slip into the role of a single mum as Tom’s current project has him in Amsterdam from Monday to Friday. Weekdays are packed, mostly with fun and laughter but there are tantrums and the stubbornness of a pre-teen that need to be fended. So sometimes I cannot wait till Friday comes around when I can hand over the baton of responsibility to Tom.
The aromas of burning charcoal, a mélange of spices and the trail of sizzling meat hanging in the air are, for me, the telltale signs of seasons turning and summer is just around the corner. Each year, as Spring days begin to warm up, I impatiently await the piquant fragrance to fill the neighborhood. I am not alone, I soon realize, as the neighboring gardens become a hive of industrious activity. The barbecues are brought out of hibernation and rubbed clean for another season filled with succulent marinated meats, sausages and vegetables.
At this time of the year however, when the summer warmth dwindles into a crisp, cool Autumn morning and the days begin to get shorter I see those barbecues, which dutifully and laboriously entertained us throughout a summer of friends, family and relaxing evenings, being packed and banished at the back of the shed.
How did this happen? And how come it happened so soon? And am I really ready? Do I have a choice?
These were just a few of the many questions I silently turned in my head, thoughts whirling around causing a commotion. I knew however, that the time had come to let go of his hand a little more. We were entering a new phase: the Junior High School Phase.
I complain of it sometimes but truth be told I am guilty of it too. Trying to be faster than the fast-paced life we are living in. A touch and go world in need of more information in 140 characters. Our lives are ruled by news tickers, coffee-on-the-go and internet shopping. Apps organize our day, keep us “in touch” and connected, while we are constantly on the move
Anything that will make us faster, better and achieve more - in what seems to be less time than we had before.
First, I want to say WOW! Thanks for all those incredible comments, wishes and feedback on my last post. I was so touched by your heartfelt thoughts. It just blew me away. I enjoyed reading them so much, smiling and tearing up all at the same time.
“We’re moving!” – Soeren and the move
One of the things I often get asked when people hear that we are moving away from Germany is “What about Soeren? How did he react to the news?”
Even my blog family, friends and readers have sent me emails or left comments asking me about this. When you have kids it’s definitely not an easy topic to tackle. So, how did we tackle it?
