Heidi G karlsson

My kids live to have people over. I usually like my space. My time. My privacy. I like to be.. alone with them. And the classical music. Well, today the school's weren't open due to a strike. And I love my kids. .. and my neighbours kids too.. So we invited some extra's over for a little artistic exploration. Bought supplies and snacks and opened the door. I had in my mind quiet children gluing and colouring. I thought they would sit. . . for a long time. I thought I would stand and sip the latte that I had just lovingly made for myself from the stove top and my own little non-machine milk frother that I am very excited to have, and I would observe these little geniuses. I would make no rules. I would have no opinions. I would only comment and say, "my, my, how wonderful it is to be creative."  Now, you might think that we didn't have a good time. We did. But it wasn't what I expected. For a couple of days Noah has wanted to make a ghost truck. He...

A while ago, like a few years, someone told me the quickest way to happiness was to lower my standards. And she laughed and I laughed. And I probably blogged about it. But it made me really mad. The problem (or the wonderful thing, depending) with me is that I am an idealist. I have great expectations. Expectations, now there is another topic. However, to stick with one thought, we are talking about happiness and standards. Specifically we were talking about having a clean house. I was frustrated with how my home was always messy. I wanted  a clean house that I could feel happy in. There is a lot of motherly sentiment about messy house, happy kids... and women, whose children are grown, saying things like, if there was one thing I would do again, I wouldn't worry so much about the messy house. Baloney. That's not my house by the way. She says that  because her kids are grown and she would give anything to go back in time and enjoy them in that special way that they are ...