I’m listening to Eric singing in the shower after working out at the gym. He’s one of those good people of the world who exercises every day, even after a long day at work. Me? Well I’m pregnant. I know, doctors keep telling us that this is in fact exactly why I should start exercising, but we all know doctors change their minds about stuff like this every 10 years anyway. Right??
I think I might be nesting. Or maybe I’m just finally reaching what most people would consider a normal level of cleanliness. We’ll see how long it lasts. Today I scrubbed my oven within an inch of its life. I deep cleaned my Kitchenaid. I did all the laundry in the house. Changed all the sheets. I even cooked dinner. Yet somehow I managed to avoid the biohazard level of dirty dishes that were literally overflowing my sink. You know those days, when the dishes are stacked so high that it’s impossible to fill your water pitcher without bailing in water from a cup, and you can’t wash your hands without lifting up your elbows.
Sometimes I write about stuff on this blog that I think other people will relate to, but then I realize that no, I’m the only one in the world who is this disgusting.
These meatballs, on the other hand, are divine. Eric’s family is Swedish, and this is the special meal they eat every year on Christmas Eve. They are awesome and delicious and guess what, they are super easy. They are similar to the meatballs you can get at Ikea (but way better!)