When the nights grow long in a weekend of worry and warmth
It’s been a weekend again.
A weekend of worry and warmth, not at all the one we had planned.
It became a weekend where all the feelings arrived at once — brought by life itself.
A weekend where worry, laughter, family togetherness and everyday chaos all found a place at the same time.
Read this post in Swedish->Helg av oro och värme
From Friday night into Saturday I woke up every hour.
I went down to the basement to check on the cat…
The cat who had shown clear signs something wasn’t right.
He hadn’t eaten or drunk anything on Friday and kept to himself.
So I walked up and down the stairs all night, trying to tempt him with the prawns my husband had bought.
Normally, prawns are a celebration — that little farm cat turns into a king whenever seafood enters the house.
We usually have to stand up and defend our own food from him.
But this time he only sniffed and turned away.
And in that moment I knew:
This is serious.
Handball and family time – warmth in a worried weekend
On Saturday morning I told my husband it was time to go to the vet.
I searched everywhere for an open clinic, but everything was closed.
So once again, it had to be Mölnlycke.
My husband and our oldest son went.
I stayed home and waited for Simon, who was dropping off his girlfriend for her handball match.
She plays in division 2 and she’s really good — a talented goalkeeper.
She could have played in division 1 or even in the national team if she wanted to.
But she’s studying to become a social worker and chose to put her time there.
I admire that choice.
It shows she knows where she’s going.
Simon arrived and, as usual, we talked politics — our shared language.
Gifts, Hitster and Mauro Scocco
Then my daughter and Alfred arrived.
She received birthday gifts from Simon: a bottle of bubbly and the game Hitster.
A game that became the central laughter point of the whole weekend.
Music, years, nostalgia.
I rediscovered songs that once meant a lot to me.
My daughter got Mauro Scocco and didn’t know who he was.
But I did — truly.
Different generations, same laughter around the table.
Handball nerves and the goal that decided it all
After the gifts we left for the handball match.
Torslanda versus Kroppskultur.
A real nail-biter.
Torslanda dominated most of the match, but towards the end my heart climbed into my throat.
When the score was even, my whole body tensed.
But they won — by just one goal.
The dinner where everything disappeared (in the best way)
Back home we ate the food I had prepared:
roast beef, grilled chicken legs, potato salad and green salad.
Everything was eaten — the best compliment I can get.
And then some cake, as it was the little one’s birthday.
Later we played Hitster again.
I knew so many songs and artists — but I foolishly said them aloud before the others guessed, so they got the points.
That’s what happens when you can’t keep quiet.
We also prepared our Secret Santa.
We set a price range and laughed at how hard it will be to keep the secrets — I’m hopeless at that.
Sunday – waiting, worry and the Emperor’s new routines
Sunday was spent waiting for one single phone call from the vet.
We had planned to go to a Christmas market, but we couldn’t leave before knowing more about the cat.
And mornings can be painfully long when you’re waiting.
I walked around, tidied a bit, sat down, stood up, listened —
as if the whole house was holding its breath.
The call came after lunch.
Too late to go anywhere.
And the message was:
He needs to stay another night.
So much blood in his stool that they needed to keep him.
I felt both sadness and relief.
He was in the right place.
The Emperor’s new feeding plan (approved by the royal staff)
When the first worry eased, we talked with AI about what to do before our little emperor returns home.
Because that’s what he is — an emperor in this family.
He’s been getting five portions of Latz a day — as if he ruled the entire household.
He hasn’t really been eating the pieces, only the jelly.
We’ve thrown away so much food.
AI said no:
– divide one Latz pouch into three meals
– warm it slightly to bring out the smell
– top with a little dry food
– give a small “pre-hunt meal” before he goes outside
– add a bit of tuna water or freeze-dried chicken if needed
We also got a cleaning schedule for when he comes home.
Because when an emperor returns, everything must be ready.
The floors will be scrubbed, the litter box cleaned with chlorine, and when he gets home we’ll wipe his paws and check his mouth.
If he brings in prey, we’ll pour boiling water on the spot where he drops it and take it away — after praising him, of course.
Reflection – standing steady in a weekend of worry and warmth
In the middle of everything — handball nerves, game nights, cooking, politics, worry and waiting — I realised something:
We can handle this.
This home is strong.
It holds steady even when life pulls in every direction.
I feel proud of us — as a foster home, as a family, as people who stay together when it matters.
Grateful for the economy we’ve built; not endless, but stable enough to carry us when life demands it.
Even when I can see the money flying away, I know:
He didn’t choose this.
Not the timing, not the illness.
And he will recover.
That matters the most.
Worry and warmth in the same breath.
We’ll manage.
Again.
Between the lines – my voice
It’s in these simple, messy, tender moments that life becomes real.
I feel how we carry each other without saying it aloud.
And how one small animal can gather a whole family around one shared feeling.
We stay.
We stay together.
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