Yesterday, DayDaddy and NightDaddy came down with a very bad case of Stuga Stress Syndrome.
You see, DayDaddy's sister (AuntieE), his dad (Grampa) and his dad's ladyfriend (MsT) are flying over from The States for a visit in July. Then, NightDaddy's dad (Dziadek) and mom (Babcia) are joining us and we're all going to spend a week on Gotland.
However, we were having an unusually difficult time finding a vacation rental that met our criteria. "Stuga" is a Swedish word that supposedly means "cottage" but practically speaking could be anything from a shack to a mansion (although one could get the same impression of the English word from reading Jane Austen). Turns out the week we picked is the week that a massive Swedish political dealie-o, Almedalsveckan is going on there *head desk.*
Finally, a few hours, several 100 browser windows and a couple dozen phone calls later and NightDaddy secured us a place. Yay!
Within 5 minutes of this mighty triumph, DayDaddy discovers a package in the hallway that had gone unnoticed earlier.
"OMG OMG OMG! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THE FIRST SHIPMENT OF CLOTH DIAPERS ARRIVED?!?!?"
SQUEEEEEE!!!!!!
Poor NightDaddy. His brilliant stuga-finding victory was outshone by half a dozen bamboo terry flats and an organic bamboo fleece fitted from Sustainablebabyish.
/DD
