Yesterday, taking a trip into town with H9, we happened to sit beside a mother and her kid on the metro.
It turned out that the kid was known to my son, as he was the son of his mother’s boyfriend. And the woman, of course, was his mother: my son’s mother’s boyfriend’s kid’s mother.
And I wondered, as we sat there making strained conversation: what is my official connection to this person? Exes thrice removed? Step step something or other? Or is there any useful word to describe these tangled web of family and ex-family relations of modern life?
The city of Stockholm seems to consist of huge interlocked networks of single people with children, all trying to arrange to see each other, co-coordinating their kid days and kid-free weekends. And if any person in this vast and complex system decides to change their “kid week” then it has long-reaching repercussions on the private lives of thousands.
Perhaps some sort of government authority is required to keep track of it all. We will have to send in a form and get consensus (and the Swedes do love a good consensus) before throwing the dating patterns of the divorced masses into chaos. Or else arrange a fat tax rebate for babysitters.
And, on other news, LadyFi has published volume 2 of the Strange Shores expats blog carnival. So pop on over and enjoy some prime tits – sorry, I meant prime titbits. And don’t be shy in offering to host a blog carnival in the near future!