a day in the life of a latvian mom

Yesterday, I spent way too long tidying up the greenhouse—and honestly, I don’t even like it.

For starters, the entrance is a slippery slope. Literally. It’s built into a hill, and after any rain, it’s like trying to walk across soap. I’ve already slipped there twice and hit myself hard, and ever since, I tread like a cautious old lady every time I step inside.

And then there’s the shape. It’s round and low. That might sound quirky and cute, but trust me—it’s not. I keep banging my head on the metal side poles. Constantly. You’d think after the third or fourth bruise my body would learn, but no, I’m still hitting my forehead like it’s a daily ritual. It’s maddening.

I know I need a new greenhouse—one that doesn’t give me head trauma or require hiking gear to enter. But building a new one? Not this summer. Even if I ordered the perfect one today, I’d still need to level the ground and lay some kind of foundation. It’s a whole project I don’t have time or energy for right now. Jānis is also running on low…

Still, I’m dreaming. A simple greenhouse. No arches, no awkward corners, just something that lets me stand upright without fear of metal sneak attacks. I think I even made a sketch back in March when hope was high and snow was melting. And knowing myself—when I really want something, I do it.

I’m not some helpless princess waiting for a greenhouse fairy to fix things. I’m a determined, independent woman who gets things done—just not this summer

Ilze