Be Grateful for Peanut Butter
I’m not saying my life is hard, it’s just hard for me right now. This is where the “Spirit of Adventure” meets the road. It’s been a gradual build up of things…toilets not working, flying ants in the basement, living in a temporary house with the same Capri pants I packed 10 weeks ago, the British School insisting Jonah be placed in 4th grade (their year 5) because of his birthdate even though as parents were telling them, “No, he already completed 4th grade!”
Arrrgh! Preschool is a whole other hurdle. The fact that it costs as much as college tuition is besides the point, we can’t even find one that will take Maggie. Either they are too far away or full or they never return my calls. Today I tried just showing up at one–Vittra, it’s local and the best option I have, one teacher speaks only English, the other only Swedish–but I think I flustered them. The administrator was polite but informed me she didn’t have time to discuss fees, nor could she tell me if there was any room. Okay but, if she doesn’t know, who knows? And why is it taking three weeks to know? Sigh… She said she’d email me later.
Basically if you’re not part of the “kommune,”the local government that covers the cost of preschool, it’s incredibly hard to break in from the outside as a private entity. I feel marginalized and disregarded, like no one will take my requests seriously.
To make matters worse (get ready here because I’m about to wax dramatic) I made chocolate chip cookies and they were terrible. That never happens. My comfort food! I know the problem, I didn’t add vanilla but they don’t sell it here. I was desperate. I didn’t think it would matter…waaaaa…but it does….boo hoo!!!
At least I have peanut butter. Cooper returned from a quick trip to the states and brought back the “spoils” of the west…among other things Five gum, Pam cooking spray, Reynolds Wrap (nothing beats it), the toothpaste we love and magazines–at least I can read about the lifestyle I’m not living.
Despite my frustration, I know from experience that in time things improve and if they don’t…we’ll move;) But seriously, there is one thing I have to be grateful for and that is the love and support of wonderful family and friends.
Thank you for letting me rant. Thank you for sympathizing. Thank you for offering advice when you’ve been there before. I couldn’t do it without you!!!