Holy cow it’s September 1st and I’m just logging into this place now.  I suppose I let this place collect dust due to many reasons.  Perhaps the most disappointing one has to do with the fact that I just don’t have as much interest as I once had.  If you follow me on twitter you’ll know just how busy I’ve been with work and the summer season, illness and injury, and let’s not forget Hemnesjazz.  July pretty much just took everything I had and then bounced me along to its equally devastating friend.  I barely had time to eat, sleep, or be nice.   I was a mess.  I worked too much overtime, stressed myself to the point of losing weight (which I’ve gained back boourns), and I was always on edge and one could definitely call me a bitch.  It was just too much.  Thankfully summer is over and now I plan to take some time for myself.

I/we celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary, our 26th and 36th year birthdays, and had a few “kosekveld” evenings.  They weren’t exactly the most joyous ocassions due to my back injury but we survived them.  Birthdays are never really big deals for us and I wish others wouldn’t push us to celebrate something we’re not big about.  Oh well.  It’s over.  Maybe next year we’ll try to make our birthdays better.  Let’s just hope I don’t seriously injure myself again.  At least next year I’ll be wise enough to take some vacation even if it is just two weeks and not the full four.

The kids are growing up fast and every day I am just so much more proud of them.  Magnus is starting to talk, Sophie (stubborn but sweet!) is so artistic, and the relationship they have with eachother is beyond words.  I’ve got the most wonderful kids in the world and if I could, I’d probably wear one of those corny t-shirts declaring my love and pride for my children.  (No bumpersticker since we don’t 0wn a car.)

September is here which means summer is over.  There is no hope for anything-summer to happen and that’s just fine by me.  I’m looking forward to the autum and all its glory.  Crisp weather, I can get back to my fitness regime, and I make the most wonderful autumnal meals and goodies.  Autumn is my season.

I’m not quite sure what this place will become in the next couple of months, but I plan to make an effort of writing at least once a week.  Although trivial, some daily life grumblings just might be what the doctor prescribed.

I will now write about something I’ve been avoiding for months.  When we left for our month-long trip to Canada during Easter we left our beloved cat with Ørjan’s mom.  He’s been out there many times before and we’ve never had a problem, but it seems as though two weeks into our trip he disappeared.  We had no idea until we pulled up to our driveway (home in Norway) when I asked her where my cat was and her reply was, “I really don’t know.  It’s been over a week since I saw him”.  Well what the fucking hell???  Are you kidding me?  Our cat disappeared and you never bothered to mention it?  Her response and explanation was basically that cats (outdoor cats especially) just disappear and it’s no big deal.  That they can disappear for months or even years at a time and still come back.  Ok.  Whatever.  I gave her the responsibility to watch our cat and she can’t even apologize?  She can only make excuses?  Right.  I was infuriated.  From time to time they’d still see him in the garden and the food they’d put out would be gone the next day, but I still never felt ok knowing he might be out there.

When we first met our cat he was just a kitten stuck in a tree.  He belonged to our nextdoor neighbour and could jump through our doors and windows and we’d find him curled up on our sofa and chairs.  I remember one morning in particular I woke up and told Ørjan that I dreamt about the cat and that I could swear I heard him purring.  We laughed it off but when I came out of the bedroom there he was curled up on a chair.  After almost a year it became quite apparent that he had adopted us.  The neighbour eventually moved to another town and left the cat without notice so we realized that he had definitely become ours.  We had him taken to the vet, had him fixed, and from that point we officially claimed him.  He came into our life when we both needed something. I who had never had a pet was overcome with joy.  I was so overwhelmed that he was the most wonderful and gentle cat I had ever met.  He took to Magnus and Sophie very well, we never had any behaviour issues with him, and he was very easy to look after because he was an indoor-outdoor cat.

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It’s been almost 4 months since he’s been gone.  All the hopeful searches have ended in disappointment.  We believe that he’s still alive because we know what kind of cat he is.  He’s an outdoor-cat that could be gone for days and survive on birds and mice, but he’s also so gentle and quiet that if he found someone that would feed him he’d be very devoted to them.  We hope that this is the case because not knowing the details of how he may of died is killing us.  Ørjan’s mom lives on the outskirts of a bigger city where it’s just forest and the nearest visit to a neighbour requires a long walk or a car ride.  I hope to god he’s found a good home for now.  I still have hope that he’ll return to us soon.  Without being too mean, we also have our suspicions that a neighbour has actually taken him.  After Ørjan inquired about our cat the neighbour reacted in such a way that you knew he was lying.  Since he’s not our neighbour and we don’t live there we can’t really make an accusations, but we’ve heard a couple things that really make us doubt their honesty.

Now on to the positive news?  After a recent trip to a cat shelter in search of our own cat, we found someone new.  We felt it within an instant that he was meant to be with us.  When we were first introduced to him I couldn’t control my crying because I just wanted my own cat back, but I also thought this could be something new and possibly positive for our lives.  The girls working at the shelter must have thought I was a complete nutjob because I couldn’t even breathe from my crying.  We met him on a Thursday, took him home on a Friday, and now it’s Sunday and he’s downstairs sleeping in Sophie’s room.  We haven’t quite figured him out, but we like his temperment and his playfulness.  Sophie loves talking to him, and I think Magnus likes having a new friend around.

He is in no way a replacement, and it’s more than likely that since we’ve brought him home Kitty will show up, but this cat needed a home and we’re ready for it.  Having two cats would be fine with everyone.  My only fear is that if our cat turns up, I would hate that he would feel he’s been replaced.  Maybe I’m just overthinking the situation.  Still.  It’s very hard for me to talk about any of this but I thought I should introduce our new cat.  (Yet to be named.  Any suggestions?)

Before I talk about the night’s performances I just want to say one thing: This was one of the best musical/concert experiences I’ve ever been part of. It was a great night with talented artists and we met some really great people and fans.  It was filled with positive energy and no matter who you were and where you came from (maybe with the exception of Isreal) everyone had an arena of friends to Share The Moment with.  (If you happen to read this, you four guys from England were fantastic!  You made the show just that much more fantastic!)  I suppose it did make a difference that Norway was hosting it (the previous winner’s country hosts the next event) but I never liked this year’s Norwegian song.  I made up my mind that I would try to make a list of favourites when I got down there but I think it came down to the night’s performances when we voted.

When I first came to Norway I had no idea what the Eurovision Song Contest was, nor did I realize just what it meant to people around Europe and the rest of the world.  (Go Australia!)  One year when we were trying to clean out the attic at our old house Ørjan showed me his video collection of Eurovision music videos and performances from the past 20 years.  At that time I teased him a bit for being a Eurovision Geek (Melodi Grand Prix Geek) and I really avoided anything Eurovision-related because I thought it was quite campy and really didn’t appeal to me.  Over the past two years I’ve really started to take an interest and I have to admit, I think I’ve become a Eurovision geek like Ørjan.  Definitely not to the same degree but it’s something I look forward to.  Ørjan originally ordered tickets for the semi finals but we could take more days free from work due to last month’s vacation crisis.  We sold the tickets and managed to get some for the finale and we didn’t mind that they weren’t in the best section that we previously had.

We left Hemnes at 6am and caught the train (which turned out to be a bus due to rail repairs) to Bodø where we took a flight directly to Oslo.  It was a long trip but we made with a few hours to spare for shopping, a quick bite to eat, and a very rushed shower before we hopped on one of the many hundred shuttle busses that took us to the Telenor Arena.  On our arrival we were exhausted but the excitement kept us going.  We made it to Gardermoen and hopped on the airport train that took us to the central station in Oslo.

After we arrived at the venue we took it easy and tried to kill the time.  We walked around, met some other fans from other countries, and then tried to find out seats.  When Ørjan ordered these tickets at the last minute we knew we wouldn’t be sitting together (even if in the same row) but he found a lovely Serbian girl that offered to trade her spot so we could be together.  After an hour the preshow host came out and informed us how the tv-telecast would work and then a performer taught the entire audience a dance we had to learn for Madcon’s Eurovision Flash Mob Dance performance.  (The girl in the grey sweater that taught us the dance actually gets restrained by a security guard!)  Ørjan really didn’t want to dance but it turned out to be a fantastic experience where all of Europe was part of it, not just the audience.

The energy was amazing and although many of our favourites didn’t rank as highly as we had hoped, you could hear who the audience’s favourites were and who they cheered for.  Although I hadn’t liked Greece in this past, this year was all about the testosterone and they put on a fabulous performance.  France, Romania, Serbia, Moldova, and Iceland all managed to get the audience out of their seats to dance and sing.  After coming home and watching the final on tv (Ørjan had it set to record while we were there) many of the performances seemed so dull and the singing sounded completely different.  Being there was definitely worth it because you could see just how hard they worked.  Poor Spain had to deal with “Jimmy Jump” crashing the stage but Daniel Diges handled it very professionally and continued.  How that guy got on stage is beyond me but it happened.  Madcon’s performance was fantastic and if you watch the video (see the previous link) you’ll understand just how perfect it was for this event and the Eurovision Song Contest in general.  Little Lena from Germany won the contest with Satellite (a cute song but not my fave) and then it meant it was time to be going home.  We took the shuttle bus back into the city, went back to the kebab joint for our 2am kebab craving, and then crashed at the hotel.   We woke up at 6am, left by 7.15, and were on our first flight back to Bodø at 9.50.  It wasn’t a long stay but definitely worth it.

I thought I would post my favourite songs from this years performers, but instead I’m just going to leave you with Madcon’s latest single “Glow“.  Not only is it catchy, but the lyrics were perfect for what this year was about.

I hope everyone across Europe enjoyed the show whether they were watching it from tv or were part of the audience.  I guess this is it until next year!

It’s been a while since I last touched on our recent trip to Canada.  For more reasons than I’d like to discuss it wasn’t exactly what I’d call a vacation.  So many people have asked how the trip went and suggest that it must have been great to have an extra week.  The reality of the situation was that from beginning to end we never really had a chance to relax and enjoy it as a vacation.  Travel disruptions (BA’s cabin crew strike, NSB forgetting about DST changes, VOLCANOES!) as well as diarrhea and chickenpox didn’t exactly add anything interesting into the pot.  At one point this interesting “stew of a vacation” almost boiled over and we all just wanted to call it quits.  For almost two days I cried that I wanted to be home and then on the second to last day I regretted that I didn’t take advantage of the extra time.  I suppose in times like those one can never really think clearly or as wisely as one could.

Now when I look back on how the trip went I’d say it was a 50-50 so-so trip.  Some good, some very bad, and some moments of pure satisfaction.  We stayed closer to home which I’d say was good for my mum.  (Being that she really only gets to see us a couple weeks of the year… if that.)  Ørjan spent almost two weeks of his time cleaning out my mum’s basement as well as renovating her bedroom.  I’m not sure if I mentioned it much but we surprised my mum with a new bedroom.  He cleaned out her room, installed new flooring, assembled the new furniture, and then tried to give her a nice living space because he had to do it.  This of course was never easy because there was one factor that we avoided discussing from the beginning: her boyfriend.  We had to be very careful presenting him with the news that we were going to do things in the house, and also had to do it in a way that wouldn’t offend him because he has a tendency to become jealous and hurtful.

I tried to keep calm but I constantly felt like someone was shooting spitballs at me.  I cooked every meal 2-3 times a day in a very small and unkept kitchen (zero tools, the dullest knives I’ve ever met, and unused appliances everywhere!), and I could barely stand to touch the food.  As someone that loves food and has respect for the food I prepare and eat, I was appalled to learn that my mother had gotten to the point that any fresh food she had in her fridge was nearly fossilized, and that she was really only eating food that could be eaten from a can, or could easily be cooked from its frozen or dehydrated state.  I feel like a real snob saying this, but it just wasn’t to my own standards.  I think what I really felt was concern and slight disappointment that my mother had let things come to such a point.  I can honestly say that I never felt like this during past trips we’d made and it was with a heavy heart that I had to almost lecture my own mother about the way she was keeping her house and the effects of her very poor diet.  I didn’t like to tell my mother what to do, but it was out of concern that I had to constantly remind her about simple things like expiry dates and when to toss out certain foods.  I also had to turn a blind eye at the mountains of unused items in the house.  I saw the show Hoarders for the first time in April and it hit hard when I looked around the house.  After my dad died she let everything go and the house seemed to suffer along with her.  I won’t reveal too much but I know the connection with the state of the house and my dad’s death is undeniable.  The house was clean and definitely did not look like some of the homes seen on the show, but I could see that her attitude had changed and she was becoming stubborn which is not like her at all.

The only outlet that we seemed to have was indulging in some good ol’ fashioned retail therapy.  We bought some new clothes, I got my hair done, I treated Ørjan to a day at the spa, and like the geeks we are Ørjan and I bought matching ipods.  Ørjan was also invited to the casino by some family friends and I pushed him to go because he’d never visited one before.  I caught up with some old friends, indulged in some very decadent food, and even managed to watch TV.  I’m sure there were some days where we enjoyed ourselves (especially when it meant Chinese buns and the market) but there seems to be too many sour memories that prevent me from overlooking the bad.

I want to say more and perhaps I’ll come back to edit this later, but for the moment I just want to stop.  There’s too much I want to say, too much that I want to avoid discussing, and too much that I still haven’t come to terms with.

When we arrived in Canada it was warm.  The first week at home welcomed us with temperatures of 20°C – 30°C and it felt fantastic.  The kids were able to play outside and ran around in just diapers, we never needed coats, and I felt good about wearing the new pair of chunky-heeled sandals I had just purchased.  Magnus had a few rough days and we all felt it but he ate icecream and watched the complete pixar collection and after a while things seemed to ease up.  Sophie jumped in with both feet and she seemed to adapt very quickly.  Ørjan seemed to enjoy himself even if he had the same worries as me.  The one thing that did affect us was the food.  Oh god I felt awful each day because the food tasted bad on my tongue.  Simple pleasures like a slice of bread (Where was gluten-free?) or a glass of milk tasted so bitter and I swear I could taste the toxins and hormones.  Meat was full of water, the fruit and vegetables were always shiny at the supermarket, and the yoghurt was completely fat-free and sugar-free and it was almost like eating congealed fruit-milk.  I instantly felt disappointed because I had hoped going back to North America I could get my hands on healthy and whole foods but everything seemed stripped or pumped full extra artificial ingredients and my stomach couldn’t handle it.  During the first week we all suffered from diarrhea or constipation and it was not fun.  I even had to resort to feeding the kids baby cereal for breakfast  just so they could get something nutritious in them.  Oh, it was bad.

Going home is always hard for me because I’m never able to relax.  Maybe it’s the memories of that house, or maybe it’s because I’m so consciencious about my environment, but I was never able to just stop and rest.  I was constantly cleaning, constantly cooking, and constantly itching to get out of there.  I felt slightly trapped.  It also didn’t help that I felt so uncomfortable knowing that my mom’s boyfriend is now living in the house.  I constantly felt like I was walking on eggshells in every room I walked into.  Eventually I tried to let go and made an effort to have a good time.  I suppose a little retail therapy did help though.  We bought shoes, clothes, toys, and all those other items that we can’t find in Norway.  We visited friends and family and while it felt good it was always sad knowing we only had a couple of hours together.  We even surprised my mother with a new bedroom and spent many days cleaning her house.  I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned it but my mother is this—far from being one of those people you might see on hoarders.  (Just another reason why being stuck there got on my nerves.)  I felt miserable not being able to exercise as I usually do, but I did go on a few walks and runs which made me feel better despite never really having the energy.

I love my mom, she is the most generous person I know, but she really got on my nerves when it came to our children.  The first week wasn’t easy on her because she thought the kids made too much noise or that they made too much of a mess.  Eventually she realized that they are kids and embraced their laughter and stickiness, but there was always criticism and I always felt angry when she tried making a point.  Nearing the end it was very sad because she really connected with them and I wasn’t sure what kind of comfort I could offer.  I think I tried to avoid it because I didn’t want to deal with my own feelings of longing.  We did have some talks and we were able to communicate but everything still felt so fragile.  Nearing the end (or what we thought was the end) of our trip we started to say our goodbyes and then everything fell apart.  Suddenly Eyjafjallajökull erupted and everything came to a complete stop.  We were packed and ready to leave and then suddenly we were stranded.

Ørjan and I were under so much stress last week and were almost ready to kill eachother.  We frantically called our travel insurance company, our bank, our employers, and family members.  It could have been worse, we could have been like those thousands that were stranded at airports, but being away from home even longer meant more problems.  It meant the kids would continue to be miserable, it meant Ørjan and I wouldn’t be at work earning money, and it meant another week of struggling to keep it together.  At that point we were short on money and contemplated finding any flight to get us closer to home.  Nothing was available and even flights that could take us across the pacific were off because none wanted to fly to Europe.  At that point we were feeling so low and then wouldn’t you know it, Sophie broke out with chickenpox.  On the 20th day of our trip she finally got chickenpox.  Luckily for us and her she’s a tough girl.  Her outbreak wasn’t as severe as her brother’s and only had several spots on her face, but it was still an awful experience.  It was obvious she was meant to get them on our flight back to London which doesn’t surprise us at all.

What made everything worse was the waiting.  We were originally scheduled to fly out of Toronto on the 17th but the only flight we could be promised was the 25th.  We were basically stranded for 8 more days and each day felt painful.  The kids had been sick, we had to think about the loss of income, and we were very far from home.  At that point it seemed hopeless.  If you follow me on twitter you’ll know just how desperate I had been feeling.  Eventually the week came to an end and we were more than ready to go home.  I took the initiative to pack early even if it killed me.  We came with 2 suitcases and 1 carry-on and left with 4 very full suitcases and 4 heavy carry-ons.

I want to say more about our trip but at this point I’m almost at a loss of words for just how awful most of it had been.  I think after I’ve had some more time to rest and think i’ll be able to write something more positive.  For now I’m trying to forget alot of it any way I can.

Hello world!

It’s been an extremely long time since I’ve posted and I have many reasons why I’ve been avoiding it.  We’ve been traveling since March and it’s quite possible that we won’t make it home until May if you can believe it.  With everything that’s been going on with the volcanic eruption(s) there’s so much to vent about, but this post will only describe the beginning of our trip.  In March we took a few days in London but the fun was short-lived and we barely made it.  We left Saturday, March, 27th, with the night train from Mo I Rana, but due to DST (sommertid) we missed our connecting train in Trondheim.  That’s right, the train company neglected to take the time change into consideration and when we arrived in Trondheim we had to wait to take a bus south to god knows where.   This might have swung but we had a flight to catch but wait, there’s more!  We were flying with British Airways but they decided to go on strike and our original flight for Sunday evening was cancelled.  Due to the strike we had to rebook to an earlier flight that evening.  So where was I?  Half way during the trip the bus driver decided to take a 45 minute break.  At that point we were freaking out.  If we missed our flight we’d have to spend a night in Oslo and might not get another flight until Monday or Tuesday.  (Many flights were cancelled due to the strike.)  We don’t usually get angry but we demanded that the train company either buy us new tickets or get us a taxi to drive us south.  So from Dombås we took a taxi to Lillehammer from where we took a train to the airport in Oslo.  Our taxi driver was fantastic though because she drove the best she could and kept calling the train company so that they’d wait for us in Lillehammer.  We arrived on the minute but she helped us get our suitcases and kids to the platform.  She was amazing and I thank God for her.  What was meant to be an easy 14-hour train ride turned into a day of hell.

We eventually made it to the airport with only 10 minutes before check-in closed.  We checked our bags, got through security, and ran with the kids in our arms so we could get to our gate at the other end of the terminal.  We hugged our kids, tried to calm them on the plane, and then breathed a very heavy sigh of relief when we arrived in London.  London was better than I expected but it a little bittersweet.  We hired a limo to drive us to our hotel (definitely a good idea) and then we tried to relax.  We stuffed our faces with food I brought from Norway along with the extras the hotel bought for us.  After very long showers and an hour of television the kids were sleeping in their beds and Ørjan and I were ready to start our vacation.  On the first day we took in a few sights, bought alot of goodies for the kids, and then took it easy for the night.  On the last day we planned to shop and  take it easy in the city but I ended up hanging out at the hotel with the kids because Magnus wasn’t feeling well.  He seemed to have a little cold and after the hellish travel we endured in Norway I had no problems letting him rest even if it meant losing a day in London. Ørjan spent the day in the city antiquing and shopping for stamps and coins.  I think it worked out for him because he needed some alone-time and the kids needed a rest. For dinner that night we took the kids out for Chinese but ended up going to a McDonalds just so we could buy Happy Meals.  (Which were later tossed minus the toys because they were so disgusting!)

On the morning we were due to leave I noticed Magnus had two spots on his face.  I shrugged it off as nothing because sometimes when he has a fever he gets small spots on his cheeks.  Bad move on our part.  After arriving at the airport he started to get warm again and a few more spots appeared.  At that point we weren’t sure if we were dealing with chickenpox or if it was something less serious.  Either way we knew we were screwed.  We got on our flight and 3 hours into it Magnus exploded with spots.  To say he broke out is an understatement.  To make it short I’ll tell you this much: The flight attendants were nice but scary, I had to be isolated on the plane with Magnus, and then the attendants handed out masks to all the passengers.  Oh dear god it was horrible.  My poor little guy was miserable and there wasn’t much we could do.  Luckily we bought an infant medicine at Boots (at the airport) and he took a little, but having him strip down to a diaper having to fan him to keep his temperature cool was never how I imagined that flight.  Eventually an attendant said things would be ok (after taking our passports and writing down our info) and said paramedics might be meeting us at the airport.  They eventually ruled this out since they believed it was chickenpox and we had a close site of residence from the airport.

So there you go.  I’ve/we’ve taken some pretty disastrous flights but this one definitely takes the cake.  A missed connection due to DST, an airline strike, and chickenpox: DISASTER.  If you’ve come to this point my god you must have patience but it gets even better.  One might think that it couldn’t get any worse but it does.  Join me in our next episode of The Tragic Travels of Candace (and family) where we explore the joys of being stranded due to a volcano!

It’s now 8:30 on a half-decent Friday morning.  I have to work 2-9 tonight and the only thing getting me through the morning is the excitement I have for getting out of here.  I really didn’t want to be working so much this week but the extra money will definitely be worth it during our vacation.  I wrote in a previous post that I would say no if they called me in on Monday but like a sucker (thanks, Liz!) I said yes.  Someone that covered for me when I was sick had the flu so I felt I should return the favour.  (She’s also a friend so of course I did it.)  It was my only day off and planned to do some packing that evening but it never happened.

I have one more load of laundry to do this morning and then finish packing for our London trip.  There’s not too much that I need to do today but the anticipation and excitement is killing me.  I soooooo need to get out of here.  The weather is just shit, the workload is overwhelming, and if one of us gets sick one more time I am going to toss myself out the window.  (Not self-injuring but enough to just distract me from the frustration.)  Here’s what’s on the agenda today:

• laundry x1
• pack toiletry bag
• finish packing for London
• print off all travel info/confirmations
• pack diaper bag and mini-travel bag
• clean and tidy the second floor
• make pizza dough and prep pizza for dinner
• pilates
• work work work (2-9)

We’ve tied up all the loose ends like putting our mail on hold, rescheduling appointments, and our cat is taking a vacation at Ørjan’s mom’s.  We also have a neighbour coming to check on the house so that we can put our minds at ease.  The only thing that I really need to do is pick up a few treats for the kids and say goodbye to everyone.

Oh god we’re almost out of here.  I can not believe it.  I need this vacation so badly.

I posted this over at husmor but I think something like this warranted a cross-post:

We’ve always been folk that love to travel.  Since the beginning Ørjan and I have always indulged in our love for travelling abroad and I guess at some point the idea of travelling with children never seemed like an obstacle.  Oh what fools we were!  This Saturday marks the beginning of a very needed vacation and although we’ve been planning it for months I don’t think we’ll ever be prepared.  We live in northern Norway and anyone that lives north of Trondheim will tell you what a bitch it can be to get yourself out of here.  The only realistic travel option is taking the train from Mo i Rana to Oslo.  If we wanted to take a flight we’d have to take a 3 hour train ride north to Bodø and from there fly south to Oslo.  It seems easier but spending almost kr 10, 000 on tickets just isn’t in our budget.  Travel within Norway is so expensive.  This is not a sick joke but perhaps it is one considering it’s at our cost.  Our round-trip flight from Oslo to Toronto only cost us kr 20,000 you can see why it’s insane to even give it a second thought.  So where was I?

Right.  Saturday night (March 27th) we take the “night train” from Mo at midnight and will end up in Oslo at approximately 14:45.  If any of you are counting that equals 19 hours!  We’ve done the train thing more than two dozen times in the last 8 years so we’re pros at dealing with the uncomfortable seating, but that’s not the half of it.  Earlier this week British Airways announced their cabin crew strike and it meant our flight from Oslo to London was cancelled.  In an attempt to not let this ruin our mini-London trip we re-booked our flight for an earlier departure.  Our train arrives at Gardermoen at 14:45 and our flight leaves 16:55.  It was a close call but I am optimistic that we’ll make it.  I’ve given Ørjan instructions that he’ll just have to run upstairs with our luggage and run to the BA queue for our flight and I would meet him with the kids.  I am sure it will difficult now that Magnus has injured his right foot but I’m used to carrying 2 kids at a time.  We’ll all be tired and it won’t be easy with two screaming kids but we have to do it and I am certain it’ll be worth it once we’re in London.  On March 31st we should leave London for Toronto.  I say should because who knows if our second flight with BA will be cancelled and we’ll end up stranded and scrambling for alternate flights to Toronto.  I can only hope that we’ll make it through this and my kids will have a great if not decent vacation. The one thing that really gets me is the way people sigh and offer their sympathy for the long OH-GOD 6 hour flight over to Toronto.  That’s the easy part!  The hard part is getting out of Norway in the first place!  It’s a struggle to get our two toddlers to sit quietly on the sofa for more than 10 minutes so you can imagine my excitement about this journey.  Almost 4 years ago SAS went on strike and an Easter holiday Ørjan and I planned for Canada was completely screwed.  We ended up sleeping in two nights in two airports (Oslo and Stockholm) and had to overnight in London.  It was probably the most frustrating trip we had taken as a child-free couple but I am sure this one will top it in almost every aspect.  I will make this clear – If you think you’ve ever had the most horrible flight and have been screwed over by an airline try taking a trans-atlantic trip with two todders during a strike.  I promise it’ll shut you up every time.

The diaper bag is the least of our worries.  Try calming down two screaming kids and then having to squeeze into that tiny toilet to change a diaper.  It’s not even an option to sneek in one of those delicious naps on our flights because we have to be awake at all times for the sake of Magnus and Sophie.  Last year at Christmas we ended up stranded in Boston for 3 days due to poor weather conditions and let me tell you – IT WAS A COMPLETE NIGHTMARE.  Sophie threw up in my lap a couple of times before I ended up puking in my seat, I ran a very high fever, and we had to race to find a place that had baby food and diapers after we landed.  It is not easy travelling with young children. No matter what people will tell you it’s always going to be hard.

Ørjan had many disagreements about this trip mainly including our hotel stay but now I am so glad I booked the hotel that I did.  They have been incredibly helpful and accomodating to this point and it’s a huge relief.  They’ve taken care of our late arrival, ordered a car service to pick us up from the airport, and will even stock our fridge with food that I’ve ordered for the kids.  The kids will need milk, juice, bread, yoghurt, and fruit after our arrival and in the morning.  I anticipate that they’ll be very cranky and hungry so I thank god the hotel could do this.  (Yes we pay for it, but come on, it’s a nice luxury.)

I know this post might seem like a load of bitching and moaning but there’s no way to sugar coat it.  I love my kids so damn much and I am so proud of them for sticking it out in these hard times, but it is never easy.  I think after so many unfortunate travel situations I’ve come to the point where I can stay calm because we’ve been through hell and back and hopefully this time, hell is only a detour.  (Btw, Hell is the name of the town outside of the airport in Trondheim.) – We’ve been there many-a-times.

It’s Friday once again and here I am struggling with what to do with the very few hours that I have to myself.  I set a few goals for myself to clean the second floor, do some laundry, do pilates, and accomplish some other small tasks, but I have very little desire to do any of them.  I managed to toss in a load of laundry, and I have put some other things in line to get me going, but all I want to do is just get into bed and wait until I need to go to work.  It’s sad.  We leave next week and I have to say that I am so happy and so relieved to be taking a vacation.  My work schedule for next week is going to be brutal (to say it nicely), but it’ll all be worth it when we’ll finally be in London and I won’t have to think about a thing other than enjoying myself.

I have Monday off and if they call me in to cover a shift it will be a BIG no from me.  I work until 7pm on the Saturday that we leave and I plan to use Monday as the official “pack smart” day.  I will pack, clean the house, and tie up all the loose ends that need to be taken care of.  We plan to take a few empty suitcases with us and anything that we find in London will be sent via post because I really don’t want to deal with the hassle of lugging more stuff around from country to country.

Here’s what’s going on next week:

• Monday: day off
• Tuesday-Thursday: work work work + Sophie’s pediatric appointment
• Friday: afternoon/evening shift
• Saturday: work 10-7, leave for Mo, take night train (14 hour trainride to Oslo) at midnight

I’m not too thrilled to be working so much when I need some time off, but it’s something I’ll just have to deal with.  I can almost taste the fish ‘n’ chips!  I can’t wait to get out of here because honestly I cannot deal with this snow any longer.  March is almost over and it we still have so much snow that it’s sick.  If I tried walking in the backyard right now the snow would be up to my shoulders.  (Yes, that much!)

Now it’s time to clean.  Wish me luck.  And if you have the heart to stop by with cake or cookies please do so!!!

I had all the intentions to spend my only day off doing Candace-things but it never really happened.  I ended up cleaning the bathrooms, washing the floors, and squeezed in a quick pilates workout.  I even accomplished some small errands and tasks that I had been putting off for at least a month.  It was a completely productive day yet I feel slightly guilty about it.  Next week I’m working Monday-Saturday and it’s doubtful that I’ll have time to do anything, so yes it was in my best interest to cross some things off my list.  However, I can’t remember the last time I actually relaxed and slept in or watched Oprah during the day.  Today I wanted to be lazy, maybe give myself a pedicure, and spend a good couple of hours wasting my time online.  It never happened.  I’m disappointed but not the least bit surprised.  Is it ridiculous that some days I feel like hiring a maid to come clean once a week?  I spent over three hours cleaning today but a soon as the kids came home the house was upside down again.  Life, right?  It’s strange that cleaning and washing makes me feel in control and happy.  The amount of work can be overwhelming at times but accomplishing it is like a high.  At least I managed to squeeze in a little time with Kitty just before Ørjan came home from work.  I really need to make some time for myself.  We have our London and Canada vacation coming up in three weeks but I’m sure it’ll be more stress than a vacation, but a little guilt-filled retail therapy should remedy these feelings.

I can’t think of anything remotely interesting to write so I’ll just say goodnight.  I have to be at work before 8 tomorrow so if you see me exhausted please be kind and don’t irritate me with complaints or attitude because I doubt I’ll have the time to smile and ignore them.