I must be the perfect example of a person who cannot enjoy the moment, who either lives in the past or looking forward to the future. A perfect example is now: When the kids are around, they sometimes drive me absolutely insane, all I want when I get home from work is peace and quiet, maybe a good movie, maybe a good movie and a glass of wine...but mainly peace and quiet. So be careful what you wish for, with the kids in Sweden, living the Vida Loca up in the North, it is very quiet here. Too quiet. I will soon start conversations with our dining furniture, or grab one of the Pakistani gardeners and force him to sit down and have some coffee and talk, talk, talk. The kids room is empty, Elias favourite soft toy "Tinkmunk" is resting on the bed, this year he was a big boy, didn't need to bring his soft friend (originally a Chipmunk but he couldn't pronounce it properly a few years back so "Tinkmunk" it was...). No school uniforms or tiny pants in the laundry basket, just me and my silence and it is soooo boring. On top of all this loneliness, I am also working from home, like some sort of reversed icing on the cake...when I could do good with some office gossip and intrigues, some minor disasters and lunch breaks with colleagues.
Husband is working and soon off to Sweden for his vacation, yes, in this Pilot family we have to take turns when both of us are working. So it is husbands turn to go back home and visit the Green Green Grass of Home, and I will sit here in my silent, 48 degree bubble for a few more weeks before they all come back, and the noise level will be alarmingly high again, and I will probably wish for that silence that I never seemed to appreciate when I had it. So typically me.