Tag: weather

When Did We Get Such a Big Flat?

At least, it became much bigger after our housekeeper’s contract ended and I did not wish for a new one. Meaning, to my husband’s standards, I have to clean every day, with an exception of Friday which I attempt to claim as my free day. (Like, it’s so possible with kids.)


By cleaning, I mean the whole nine yards. Vacuum, mop, dust, dishes, ironing, washing, polishing, desinfecting, littering, cooking, putting kids to sleep, shouting at kids not to play with this and that and being ignored right away, and so on.
It can become exhausting if Mr. Pickles doesn’t grant me a good night sleep – luckily, alhamdulilah, this is more rare of occurrence nowadays than it used to be. So yes, on occasion I’ll crawl out of the bed feeling like a roadkill, not really so joyous over the ordeal upon me; mostly though I am fine and re-adapted quickly.
It’s just Mr. Pickles, who does the whole thing complicated, really. Either he screams his lungs out being restricted to my room only, making my sisters in law message my husband at work why the hell is that toddler crying so much and whether is he being eaten alive by our three cats, or he wrecks havoc all over the house. In the latter case he’s happy, that is true; me less however. It’s like cleaning with a tornado behind my back; I turn and see whatever has been done, has been undone. And worse, rather often. He also took a great liking in plugs, trash cans, cat litter boxes, Dettol bottles, vacuum cleaner wrong ends and other child unfriendly but awfully fun things. What’s child friendly is gruesomely boring, he says.


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I Can’t Believe it’s Winter Time

So here we are, in the first Advent week, outside are mere 15 degrees, still sunny and the occasional rain was probably just the last week’s news. As for now, it actually can still get pretty hot over the day.
I’ve finally (!) managed to fix my SD card reader, who would think that after a year of not working I would have this brilliant idea (which, as I found out later on on Google, is pretty non-brilliant and kind of *duuuh*), and I uninstalled all generic USB drivers on my PC and let it re-install with a restart. Bam, I’ve got myself a working SD card reader. I just wish I would figure that out a year ago, so I wouldn’t be doing this clunky card-to-notebook-to-hardrive-to-PC thing… Oh well, at least I know it now, let’s stay positive! And some pictures to prove it.



I’m getting pretty fat by now which I’d say should be positive, as far as it’s not only the fluff supplies growing but also everything under them, in the order as it should and it is required. My next doc appt. is in two weeks and I am already getting paranoid if everything’s ok.
But, inshallah, it is.



I am soo hormonal nowadays. Hubby recently bought a roll from Cinnabon as a good-husband-gesture and I almost cried. Not over the gesture, but because cinnamon rolls make my stomach go awry already for few weeks, so I was torn apart between eating it and running to the bathroom and not eating it and making my husband disappointed and sad – which is what brought me to tears. The imagination of a sad husband and his good will gesture going to waste. So I pinched a little on it and than stopped with an excuse on a really full stomach. It was true after all and no lie, as the sweets arrived right after a pretty big lunch. *Phew*. Actually, writing about it makes me wanna cry too.
I’m also all tears over being far from snow, winter, miserable weather, and all these Christmas lights and awful design ideas of trees and decorations, and the smell of gingerbread and long nights and the smell of Christmas days I remember from home – a pine, an orange, some gingerbread and lots of colourful lights instead of a night lamp. Good for eyes while reading!
I was thinking about making some carton decoration for our desert home here, so my kid has fun when doing it and it’s better than TV, and our housekeeper is a Christian – so to make her a little happy and feel more friendly in this land of sand a mosques.
Will see, it’s still a lot of time after all. I am, however, definitely going to try to bake some of the traditional Czech stuff.
Oh oh and not to forget with my baby brain – my dear husband gave me a birthday present in advance again and paid for my site hosting as well as Flickr Pro account, so I can continue writing about nonsense and upload pictures nobody wants to see. Yay me! Thank you, Abu.

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Raport

Days have been passing by one by one, no winter still, not even autumn eventually here in Kuwait. A little drop in outside temperature, all right, but what is 5 or so degrees, when it’s still over 30 most of the time.
It also starts to get sandy a bit, since the weather’s slowly changing and pressures come and go, so wind picks up all this dry dust and spreads it around.
Funnily enough, same as in Europe, ’tis seems to be the season for influenza’s and colds and running noses, although the outside still screams “Boiling hot, hot, hot!”. After my husband and daughter falling for one of these pesky viruses, I’ve tried to keep myself vitaminized and living on vegetables and fruits and proteins and not breathing the same air as they do, but in the end I’ve got infected as well. Three times boooo for the virus.
Unlike them, however, I am not allowed to take any remedies besides the typical honeylemontea, citruses and rest, so I am cranky and crabby and miserable these days, which everybody can feel and tries to steer clear of me. Good, more rest for me.
I’ve passed some doc’s tests which were important for me and hubby, but waiting for results of some even more important ones, while injecting myself (ok, to be precisely honest, the imagination of me jabbing myself in the thigh makes me wanna feign, so my hubby is injecting me, I can only guess he’s taking it as some kind of revenge for me nagging) on a daily basis with low molecular weight heparin. Yay me. What you wouldn’t do for your future, right?
Except the past weeks being quite typical for a person in the same state of mind and body as I am, we’re fine. (And cranky, remember.) Dori enjoys her school and cries every weekend why are we punishing her by not letting her to go to class (it’s weekend, hun) and Abubu having to take on a side job because of unexpected circumstances sucking us financially dry, we’re just all right, I’d say. I cook a little bit more (which makes me think I have directly taken part in ruining the family budget by forcing my husband to buy these fancy things such as dill, spinach, broccoli, tilapia fish and whatnot, who eats that, right?!), I hate the weather outside to the bits of my mind and wish a snow storm would come and change this flat yellow surface in something more fun, I get motion sick from anything, starting with being driven in a car and ending with playing any 3D games, we get worried about the state of teeth of our kitty, we shop, we visit my husband’s family, generally spoken, we live as any other family, worry as any other family, joy as any other family.
Mundane, boring perhaps, but ours.
Now, let’s get to cook that weird tilapia fish I fished in Rumaithiya market freezer.

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Razor Unsharp Air

September is almost over and October approaching, together with (hopefully) milder weather for few weeks – or maybe even a month or two. I can’t wait to open the windows in the morning and actually feel the cold air coming, never mind the freezing flat, because that’s what I really need right now – opened window with a light breeze coming in. Don’t get me wrong, I love the humid, heavy smell of sea which is quite omnipresent these days, but it would be so much better if it was Newcastle-like, with this cold razor sharp edge to it, which refreshes the heck out of you. God, how I miss those freezing mornings when going shopping, really. In Kuwait the air comes with an oven hot “thud” while it makes you sit on chair and go – “Daaaamn, why did I open the window again?” So, I’m putting my hopes on December and January, please, be it at least 5 degrees! I don’t care, I’m gonna dress in twenty sweaters and a blanket, just make the air fresh, please.
Dori started to attend British Gulf Academy as a reception classmate, and so far she likes it, although she seems to spend half time at home sick. Makes me tick when she brings home some headaches, running noses, hurting tonsils and deep cough, just because another parent of another child couln’t be bothered to keep his / her kid at home till healthy and sends that bag of germs to school to make all the other 29 kids suffer along and eventually (such as in case of Dori who’s since her ear problems quite oversensitive on anybody sick in her vicinity) get sick as well. And that can go on for weeks, becasue it’s usually not only one parent, who doesn’t care about the other kids. Hands down, I understand the need to send the child to school continuously – I have it too – to educate the small and clever brain and get the most out of the lessons, but really, it’s better to keep the kid a week at home and let the others attend without problems; the teacher will supply the ill kid as soon as he or she comes back with a handful of homework to catch up, so no worry. Let the others have fun too! Like this Dori seems to be on the receiving end of all kinds of viruses (the joy, when hubby came home announcing all her class suffers from ear infection, obviously transferable) and being the kid with that handful of homework. I let her stay at home up to the point we’re sure she’s perfectly fine, and two days later she comes back sick again, because… well, above.
I remember from my years on grammar school, our biology teacher used to say, “If you’re sick, stay at home, because I won’t let you attend my classes anyways, come back when you’re ready.” She was right, and she knew why. I wish more people had that sense in them.

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Wet Summer

Almost since the day we came it keeps on raining in Czech – small drops, big drops, dense or here and there, misty or haily, that’s the weather we get. At least Dori’s not sorry that she can’t go out much yet. We started to go out short walks to forest now, but the rain comes sometimes quite surprisingly, even storms.






We usually take a short hike up the hill over the town, there eat a bit of peas from the field, and go back. It’s steep at least, so we can exercise a little bit. Not really much of a summer yet, with all that frowny skies we get 12 – 15 degrees of Celsius top, while in Kuwait is well over 40.
Gonna be a shocker coming back, I’m telling ya.

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