Me and my boring family


The other night we were feeling like making the day extra fun. So we neverminded Sophia’s bedtime, snuggled up under the covers and watched a show together. Afterwards we just talked. We played a game of taking turns thinking of song titles, translating them way too directly into our own languages (Danish for me, Swedish for Marcus) and letting the other guess what on Earth it could be. In the middle of our giggling and joking Sophia dozed off and eventually we did too.

I’m currently reading the Pillars of the Earth, which goes on in Civil War England in the 12th century, and although I love being sucked into a different time with a different culture and different problems, every time I put it down I feel boosted with appreciation for my peaceful boring life.

Marcus brought it up a couple of Saturdays ago when we were spending the day off simply strolling aimlessly around the city. He smiled and said, “you know you’re getting old when you spend the weekend doing boring things with your family”. I laughed and totally agreed. We’ve officially arrived at the slow dull married days where nothing seems to happen, yet everything is happening. Netflix, cleaning parties and sandwich dinners, yet economy balance, career moves and pregnancies. You know the drill.
But with some afterthought I think I’d like to change ‘getting old’ to ‘happy’.

You know you’re happy when you spend the weekend doing boring things with your family.

As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been trying lately to improve my decision-making by digging deep to ponder what I really really want. Be it what food to eat, what career path to choose or how to spend my Saturdays. It’s a simple theory but it’s unbelievable how often I’ve found that it can seem completely logic to go with second best. Or third, or fifteenth.

No wonder it’s hard to always be happy in this world, huh!

On the other hand it’s incredibly crystal clear when you once in a while realize that it really is your own choice.

Tonight, I’m spending my precious alone time – while Marcus does the bedtime shift – blogging. Because although my book is right there and I’ve only got 100ish pages left, and Facebook is right there in the top left corner, I love blogging and the rewarding feeling it is to accurately convert your thoughts into writing.


And now for the wrap-up…

I guess all I’m saying is that it’s sad that it often takes special occasions or sharp contrasts to encourage appreciation for and even to accept and embrace the most boring real desires of our hearts. If it didn’t those desires probably wouldn’t even be boring.
I’m so thankful for my family and for every single not at all boring minute I am privileged to spend with them!


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