We had our home visit from the local baby nurse today. And she was lovely, not even reacting to the needle marks I had painted up my arms to test her.
Really, she didn’t test for dirt in the bathroom or peer in the closets or grill us on NK’s eating habits. She weighed BT, gave us lots of information, asked some general questions, responded to NK’s escalating attention-grabbing antics, and, get this, even smiled!
This is not insignificant in Sweden.
And now we have a very clean apartment. With the two kids, and the late winter, and various illnesses, we had not prioritized mopping.
But E mopped. And I scrubbed the bathroom floor. Because our nurse may be nice, but she is still big brother …