Around 4 p.m. yesterday, I felt as if I was sinking in quicksand, so I scooped Karin up, left Martin to his own devices, and we took a nap, that ended up being VERY difficult to get up from. Like swimming against a current. With a bag of bricks tied to my eyelids. Karin was even harder to awaken, and no surprise, her long nap made it much harder for her to go to sleep on time last night. She was running a fever again which is why we are home today. I managed to get my butt in gear this morning to get Martin to school, however. Good mom!
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I'm in the middle of Jonathan Carroll's The Wooden Sea. Neil Gaiman's review blurb on the book says, "He's got the magic." What would YOU do if you were suddenly confronted with your 17-year-old self and told that you had done everything in your life wrong?
Actually, I think if my 17-year-old self heard I was married to a Swede, and living in Sweden, she'd say "Cool." Although, she would probably be completely floored by the 2 kids part. I don't think my life has taken many wrong turns. A few dead-ends, yes, and once I got lost on a highway clover, and every now and then I still get the urge to get in the car and drive over the Öresund bridge to Copenhagen and just keep on going, but I've squashed it so far. I think it's the same urge that you occasionally consider when standing on the edge of the subway tracks or a cliff, one that would end with the same messiness but not the sudden impact.
On that note, I think I'll throw Karin in the car now that she's eaten lunch and go drive around shopping.