It was such an accumulation of days questioning my ability to be a mother not even "good" but even just good enough ...
And yes, I was left washed into everyday life without writing a single ticket that could be worthy of the name. I'm back and my children give me this beautiful opportunity.
It started Saturday. Ok, we were late and it was my fault, hanging out on blogs (thank you girls ... yes, I consult almost as blogs fiiiilles ...). I realized in my shower it was already 10:05, we had to leave at 10:15 and the children were still dressed ... And when we know that dressing is a thorny subject among us who causes all sorts of psycho-drama, then you can say, that's it ... she is fucking
So inevitably, once will not hurt, we arrive late for the lesson of the small hornet (yes he deserves this name). And there, I do not know what happened when he saw all the little kids doing their exercises on the mat, it was as cringe and pot collattitude .. . (Me: frowning, eyes full of question marks). A Teacher's compassionate and just take the relay, then they spoke quietly both sea urchins of the round, (still admire as the teacher did not rush this little), I want to slip away with a little "to earlier" discreet. In return, I learn that my zigoto a tantrum of thunder, he would not do the warm-up or participated in any way whatsoever ... and when I asked why, the animal replied "I was hungry and tired." So imagine my total incomprehension.
Not to mention the school record (yes in the middle section), received yesterday, indicating that the little Hornet is certainly very good at everything about the school but pure "disrupts the group" and "does not quite consciousness that evolves in the midst of a group of other children "... I was a little girl and well disciplined (it seems), my son left me puzzled.
And this morning, cherry is the cake, my daughter pic The Crisis of tea crisis because she does not dress (not to mention that every morning before the class is "I want to go to school"). Nothing will work, nor in order, compromise, we'll go do that in music, threats, punishments, etc ... ... So Ms. remained at home in tears (not alone, I immediately reassure readers worried). Not even good for three years, I think it can well afford a day off ...
Just time to take my son, I give the booklet to the school mistress, who took advantage to slip it works very well but he does not finish the job alone and that there can not not force ... good of the coup, she gives him a hand but it can not be with him all the time ...
There is a rule at home: Saturday and Sunday after the wonderful meal (Endive / Apple - sausage, mushrooms, brussels sprouts, chocolate cream, and then you understand why my children do as desserts ...),
small wasp, she takes a nap, the little hornet, he calm in his room and parents do what they want (or nap on blogs if bouin it sings them, he must there be a benefit to parents, if they want children never grow up first ...)
but the little hornet, naturally, he is never agree (while Frankly, playing in his room, but he loves it there as 1. it was labeled "quiet time" as 2 +.'s mandatory, he is allergic ... =)
inevitably, he comes and goes, ten times, made the statement, "maaaamaaaaannnnn is what it's all over the calm??" "Maaaaamaaaaannnnn is 18 hours in the end?" (He's still not too the notion of time or else may be a sense of humor that I not seen ...) So
, persevering and persuasive as I am, I give the Top Ten of the top ten responses from a parent to a child "for another 10 minutes", "you go to your room! let me do my quiet time to myself "(I say that leaving my hands ...), etc. ...
and there, the pole of the century he hands me: hear he makes a strange noise at the top of the stairs (so he is still out of his room) "shhh, go to your room " (there is a small wasp that was finally asleep) " but "I do the mechanical denture ..." (He always had talent in mime my son, also his second Marceau's first name)
"and well, will make the dentures in your mechanical room" "AGREE !!!!"
like what ... poor mechanical denture it is given quite cheap, and yet ...
Edit: Just to clarify that the evening meal is smoked salmon blinis and potato gnocchi fresh. I do not mistreat my children at every meal. Thank you.
I do not know how you get to motivate yourself to clean your fridge (I know it sucks as a theme but lacks the pot that's what I spent part of my morning ...) but frankly I I have many, many, wrong.
He must be really, really dirty with mold, everywhere, everywhere, running along the joints and yoghurts that are half-eaten (I'm exaggerating just a tiny bit - that way I 'm sure nobody wants to come eat with me, gnini, NGIN ...) It's been weeks (if we say that for weeks, it can also do for months) that I tell myself "rhooo, I must clean this fridge "but there is always a good excuse for not doing so (the best is" oh well no, we just go shopping ... "with an air of pity, though I had really wanted to clean the fridge ...) But
good, then I had too many more excuses, dude, he décarcassé yesterday while cleaning the house, he even washed his hand sweat (except that it was wrong, he took detergent for floors ... nah, but frankly, I still wonder how one can confuse a bottle of wool for delicates and a bottle of detergent for floors ...), I'm on vacation and I had the morning before me, so, nah no excuse.
Top Chrono: I give you the recipe, you filled your third sink of hot water, you put a scoop of baking soda, a ladle of vinegar (worry, if it is NORMAL pchhhhh fact, it t'exploser not go to the figure), and go ahead with a sponge you clean all the plates (you'll have taken care before emptying your fridge and take the opportunity to throw all the old moldy stuff in the trash) . You're not even need to rinse! tip, top right??
(I told you that this post was completely void ... but at least you'll have a great technique for washing your fridge too rapido)
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And here I am, a party to the cinema this morning, my popcorn in hand (nah, it's not actually true, I do not eat popcorn, I am already well scammed by G * ** have which is the only film to pass the movie, so if in addition they think I'm going to buy their popcorn degeu, they dream ...)( I'm self-censorship, I do not know why but I 't want to write ...)
So Somewhere I saw, and luckily I do not judge a film based on the level of "suspension" because otherwise the first scene I'm part current. Although, though, in fact, to tell you the truth, I waited secretly accident ("It may be why then SD has a cast" I said to myself, because I had seen in the trailer that he had a plaster)
No, no accident then I stayed because I like Sofia and I suspected there was something behind it.
So the first half hour, you understand that Johnny bored in his life because frankly, pffffui you bored him. You already want to shake him and say "well you're moving a bit, there, because fortunately I have more babies to chop my nights because otherwise I'd already fallen asleep" He looks at
nice call girls dad with his air of compassionate and full of pity (and not sexual), "not bad, girls, go there I believe in you." Frankly the scene where he falls asleep and when they finish their choreography with their feet in the air, I died laughing, I laughed out loud but we were only three in the room and I'm rather discreet. (So I dared not ...) Good
debauched limit for an actor, his vices are fairly mild satisfaction, he drinks a little, smokes a lot, and my faith, layer it with almost anything ... and he also falls asleep at times a little ole-ole. So here we see he is picked up and he waits one thing is to discover great dad, because in fact it is NICE!
Then, in the entire film with the young Elle Fanning, I wondered to what extent there was something autobiographical. Because she is still super good this early, just like Sofia and her films, which despite the girls, alcohol and cars are still very soft and dreamy leave. (I have not seen Marie Antoinette and the limit, there is that little virgins Virgin Suicide, which end up in the sweetness, so it's not a lot of films to justify my point, but it will suffice ...)
After that I liked Sofia, I thought, I shall be much screamed, but as I said I'm quiet at the movies, "Sofia THANK YOU!" because in fact it shows that we, ordinary people who have finally the most beautiful life, the most beautiful moments of tenderness and finally between a father and a daughter, you can really have fun and forget celebrity, girls, alcohol and cars, which eventually, over time become a bit boring and not very constructive and the relationship between parents and children. Similarly (and more) if we play badly on the piano ...
Then I was really happy because I realized that I was not alone in having the fifth toe all wrong (and yes, She and I, despite his young age, we have a common point ...).
Well, I just regret that the music does not take a little more room in the film (or he must go to the ENT, which I do not hurt either said in passing I have doubts about my hearing for some time, but I want to say that I'm not that old, or he is an ENT for my son who hit me in the eye, I not know ...)
Sofia, your film, I liked it anyway, I regret my € 6.50. (And thank you and dad to have the product because I'm not sure he likes everyone.)
In good bourgeois province (in fact I'm not really but I'm pretending here), this morning I am then went to Eagle and then at Petit Bateau (we also spent a good rapido at H & M but there was no super caps). I will also gone well but the little wasp has entered its crisis ("I want a balloon veeeert" yes-green, eh not pink or blue ....) just when I started the endless tail you can imagine the body of a Small Boat province downtown on the first day balances. Initially, my chick, everybody was cute and looked at her with compassionate eyes because she did not want to leave the new sweater that I would buy him and his future new cap cream. Then she was his star in the shop with her opposite killeuse. Then after the crisis there was the green ball, and then the salesperson who originally was all smiles, I saw it I smiled too over the credit limit and a little cold. I guess she thought out loud "pfff, yet who knows not raise his children" and I know not why I'm sure she did not even children ... or when the mother is super strict children Walking with rod, who know not what they think, because sometimes mothers have that look sympathetic, like "I would give you a hand but I either have no green ball ( or other item that may be distracting to-face the terrible-tail-of-pay-with-two-children-of-least-of-five-years). So in short, it was already about quarter past eleven ET where I felt the courage to communicate a mood to my little fantasy team.
So I came home with boots that are burgundy mini hornet (it did not black, he would have liked red but there was no size e tpuis as expected it was not resulted) and a hood classic navy blue, for the wasp singer, a hat and a pink sweater cream, and for me a sweater poncho cape that makes me as flat as Twiggy or Jane Birkin (stops there Unfortunately the comparison).
Edit: I'm not sponsored by Eagle (given the primacy of the blog and the number of comments not surprisingly) but at the same time, I can not help but put a picture of AMAZING boots I spotted white for my daughter. We'll have to wait until mid-February because there was more his size ... sniff ...
And here it is on this Wednesday and Barouf not possible at 7:30 in the morning that starts this blog. While it should be a very happy day, (since day balances and we will buy rain boots from Aigle to my little hornet, which I bet will not even be in balance and there are going to curse because we could have gone yesterday to avoid the crowd with two children under 5 years), when there is no school and we will have made a faux sleeping in until 8:20, So here at seven o'clock and twenty (thus one hour too early ...), big hornet home from work and an acute awareness of paternal protection of his family, who said he will wake up very hot (and here he missed his shot because we will be woken presto), decided to put the pellets into the stove, and on this sweet sound of granules (such ton of sand dumped on a site) and plastic (you got the impression that your house s is transformed into a giant gift and someone decided to open it with the characteristic noise power but 1000) that you and your daughter is awake, that is Wednesday then put '*** and that it would beloved sleep.
Anyway great Hornet, he then held his daughter and son at the same time, they made their chocolate, released the pot (wiping the buttocks of the tiny wasp, that's nice when even for a hornet who returns from work at 7 o'clock in the morning), turned on the TV and everything. So good I had not the heart to grumble too much (but hey I did it anyway ... eh)
short, my morning tea, eyes dulled, that the little wasp that she said " want to paint " yes ben latest chick" I understand that the cartoons not the passion (and here she gives a layer "I want make paints-REU is no YES YES-"- I would not say I'm too agree with it but hey ....) I wake me ... suddenly, there I was shipped to paint this afternoon ...
