So, if you´re usually the one that is always up for a wine with your friends, doesn´t go to hockey training without having a cold beer on the terrace afterwards and generally are fan of a nice drink with dinner or on a terrace in the sun, keeping a beginning pregnancy a secret for said drinking buddies might be quite complicated (I realize I might sound like an alcoholic now, believe me, I am not. I just live in Spain and love me a good wine).
So you might have noticed that it has been a bit quiet over here lately and that I haven´t been posting much in the last weeks (or even couple of months). Well, I am back now and there have been some reasons I couldn´t blog as much as I would have wanted to.
Although living in Spain, even before becoming a mom there was something I fundamentally disagree with in the Spanish culture: the bedtimes of children. I have written about this before but in our house, it´s more of a Northern European schedule where the bichin goes to bed at 7.30pm. (Before it was 7pm but we´re now at 7.30pm which works really good for us).
Since my son hasn´t even turned 2 yet, thinking about possible primary schools is not too high up my priority list. This is not to say that I don´t think it is important, it just feels like something that is still so far away that I don´t bother to worry about it yet. However, recently on playdates and with the neighbours I discovered that apparently, I am the only one who is not worrying about it yet.
Yes, it´s Friday. Reason enough for wine right? But it´s also the 24th of February, the day that my sister was supposed to turn 28 years old. Unfortunately, we haven´t celebrated more than 18 birthdays with her together but that does not mean we have stopped celebrating on the 24th of February.