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Nurse Angry found herself speechless with surprise and moved nearly to tears one early morning when she spotted this deft and cheeky work of bathroom art in her own home. The thoughtful creator had probably used more energy tearing the toilet paper with such care as to leave 3/4 of a piece than he/she would have used by getting out a new roll.

So Nurse Angry asks you: who says teenagers are lazy?20130517-153521.jpg

Nurse Angry has noted a new trend in toilet habits among the young. She calls it the iFlush. It should actually be called the iDontflush but that is a cumbersome epithet. The iFlush is what happens when folks go into the bathroom and sit a spell with their computer or other device of choice. Nurse Angry doesn’t have an opinion about what people do in there or how long they do it, but she does not appreciate the iFlush. And between you and Nurse Angry she actually calls it something unprintable.


Old kettle relishing its last moments in our kitchen. New kettle lurking like Darth Vader in the background.

Nurse Angry is not only a year older, she is also disgruntled. In case anyone wonders why this blog is called sleeplessinstockholm, Nurse Angry will once again shed some light on the subject. Being woken up in the middle of the night by a grouchy, whiny three-year old who needs to pee, being kept awake by manic thumb sucking, and then getting woken up again at 5:30 on your birthday does not make for a happy nurse or mother.

Today Nurse Angry wants to tell you a story. It’s a very short but fantastic kitchen appliance tale about age making no difference. It’s based on a true story. In fact, it IS a true story about quality British goods.

The Russell Hobbs kettle seen in the foreground of this photograph was recently retired after 2o years of use. Yes, you read correctly, TWENTY YEARS! Bought in England in 1991. She still worked fine, she was just looking a bit tatty, and who wouldn’t after 20 years of daily service. The little light showing you the kettle is on still worked!

Nurse Angry moved the old dear down to the basement storage space where she currently waits to go to Kettle Heaven, a land of 3% milk and honey where the water is soft, the teabags are strong, plump and plentiful, and there is a bottomless jar of Hobnobs. Or chocolate chip cookies (with dried cranberries and hazlenuts). Or cake. Whatever.

Mr. Cocky New Cordless Kettle, aka Darth Vader, also a Russell Hobbs has now taken up residence and flaunts its youth, bossing the espresso machine around as if it owned the place. It works ALMOST as well as its aged predecessor. Nurse Angry asks you: What can we learn from this?

Mall mix

You’ve heard of trail mix.  Now, Nurse Angry proudly presents….

Mall mix for the holiday season

Created by a three-year old to give old folks the stamina to get through the Christmas rush in town. Don’t head out to the galleria without a bag of this in your pocket.

In a bowl combine:

1 small bag slightly sat-on potato chips

A few plump raisins

1 well-licked chocolate snowman (base only, please eat head first)

1 slightly nibbled white chocolate truffle (not pictured)

1 half-eaten mini milk chocolate bar

1 partly gnawed dark chocolate covered hazelnut

Stir carefully to desired consistency and eat with a fork until you can’t stand using it any more, fingers are then permitted.

What’s the deal with the pink clothes for little girls?

And if they’re not pink, they’re cutesy. Nurse Angry is disturbed. Many if not most of the clothes we have been lent or given (thank you) by other people are in different nuances of pink.  Nurse Angry doesn’t have anything against the color pink. Some of her best friends are pink. For example, Nurse Angry loves flamingos.

Does this pink fixation stem from a fear that we will not be able to see who is a boy and who is a girl? Recently, when buying a few items of children’s clothing, Nurse Angry mentioned to the salesperson that she was trying hard to avoid buying anything pink for her daughter, which was not proving  easy. Salesperson said that every other customer said the same thing. Nurse Angry now shops in the boys department for things like pajamas and socks to avoid the pink princesses and puppies, etc. Three-year old loves her multicolored stripy pj’s and the ones with green and black monsters on them. Luckily, she doesn’t seem to understand that her garments should always be pink.

Thankfully, Three-year old  has a new favorite color every few days.  Sometimes it’s pink. Nurse Angry made the unfortunate mistake of taking Three-year old with  her to return a black jacket that was the wrong size.  Readers have already understood what color jacket we came home with. Most irritating is that Three-year old is obsessed with tights and leggings. This inexplicable personal mania  has now been extended to include Nurse Angry. “Mamma, tomorrow you can wear leggings”.

Only if they’re black 😉

Apologies for the missing link. Nursa culpa.

If you are a parent of a kids age 3 or more and haven’t seen Louis C.K. in action, now is the time.

Nurse Angry wonders why it has taken this long for someone to make money out of telling  the truth about small children.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, they’re sooooo cute. So is a mongoose- before it bites off your hand. Cuteness is nature’s way of making sure you don’t throw them out the window more than once a week.

Nurse Angry orders you to get right out there and start calling them on their bullshit. Warning: the first comment after this on youtube was “language…”, the next one was “im pretty sure its english” (which got a lot of Likes). People are funny!