“Clueless”

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A Monday Mini Moan:

The hardest thing about being an expat (apart from being away from family and friends obviously) is the language. Most days I can get by and thanks to my weekly lessons I feel more confident in speaking what I can. I will always attempt to speak German when I am out and about and have even struck up a conversation with strangers.

But some days that’s not enough.

Today was one of those days.

When you go to a doctor surgery and have to try and explain in a language that is not your own about a prescription you need with someone that speaks a bit of English but not a lot that’s when the language barrier becomes not only frustrating but a little bit dangerous! Suddenly my German lessons feel like a waste of time; everything I thought I knew doesn’t exist and once again I feel useless.

You take for granted the ease of making appointments, going shopping, picking up prescriptions and all those other errands that are boring but in our own country and language completely simple.

Sometimes I feel the same about Motherhood. Whilst most days I feel I understand the needs and wants of my baby sometimes his cries or baby talk completely throw me. When he’s up all night crying and you don’t know why it is definitely frustrating and when in the morning his high temperature and lack of appetite alert you to the fact he was getting sick you feel like your inability to understand him when he needs you most is dangerous. You feel like a useless mother (again!) and guilty because you were annoyed he kept you up all night.

Living in a world where you don’t always understand everything is hard and sometimes it seems like I’m living in two of them.

I guess all I can do is keep striving to learn the languages. Whether I ever master them is another story but in the end all I can do is my best.

Do you ever feel like you don’t understand what’s going on around you?

 

“HAIR”

A Monday Mini Moan:

After a lovely day of swimming with my VBC ladies (thank you!) I was very much looking forward to washing my hair.

So there I am enjoying my nice hot shower (something of a luxury these days) when I reach over for my shampoo, squirt it onto my hand and what comes out? Nothing but water and bubbles. It seems my imaginative 4 year old has been confusing my very expensive shampoo bottle for a bath toy. Not the first time I might add – the last bubble bath and shower gel also met their ends this way.

Still, there I am, hair already wet and dripping on the floor as I search fruitlessly in the cupboard for another bottle, and I realise I have 2 choices – use baby shampoo or men’s body and hair wash! Well, who wants their hair to smell the same as their husband’s body – I opted for the baby shampoo.

It will be interesting to see what it’s like when it’s dry – if nothing else my cradle cap should be better!!

Does your little cherub have any annoying habits?

“Sliding Doors”

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A Monday Mini Moan:

So I don’t know if it is me just being fussy but I truly believe Austrians are amongst the worst car parkers in the world. They can not see the lines or if they do they don’t care because they are clearly incapable of parking a car straight between them.

If I had a euro for every car I have seen parked badly since moving to Austria I could afford a chauffeur driven Bentley and avoid myself the constant eyesore this pet peeve entails on me.

And having been in a situation before where I could not get my car door open wide enough to fit the baby seat in (I actually had to leave the baby on the floor of the car park while I backed up!) it is a big concern of mine.

Needless to say, when we bought a car with sliding doors it quickly became my saving grace and I wondered how I had ever survived before, especially considering the worst of all these Austrian parkers has the space next to ours in the garage.

So cheers to the sliding door, second only to baby wipes in the greatest invention ever. You have saved me many a hissy fit in a public car park.

What could you not survive without?

“Sixth Sense”

A Monday Mini Moan:

I have a theory that, when the placenta leaves your body at birth it leaves behind a special sleep tracking device so your baby always knows the exact moment, no matter what time it is, when you finally get into your nice, warm bed and close your eyes…haha Mama, no chance!

Do you have a sleep stalker too. Head over to the Facebook page or comment below to tell us about your baby’s sixth sense…