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It is what the worst?

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August 12th, 2008 in (Blow of face, mom's Marathon)

1 and a half week when they are again 4 at our place and ALREADY I cannot there any more

The weekend was hard.

Then in this mixture of feelings (guilt of not not  arrive at it  , tiredness, joy, anger, responsibility.) who affects my small brain these days, I wondered on Sunday evening before falling asleep: it is what the worst?

- to get up EVERY day, week, weekend and including holiday, at dawn in the sound of the tears of the dribbling.

- to intend to chouiner ALL day long the "big" for one yes or for one not:  ouinnnn I succeed not in putting my trousers  ,  ouinnnnnnn I know not in what to play  ,  ouinnnnnn I am thirsty  ,  ouinnnnnn this hurts in my shoe  . BUT HUSHED UP ACE NEED OF CHOUINER FOR THIS? YOU ASK For It SIMPLE EAST HOWEVER!

- to clean the pigsty in fund the table to be eaten, the soil, chairs in surroundings after EVERY meal: pot of glue discovers joy to eat with fingers as a big all alone at present, what is a good thing, of course, but that also discovers bursts it complete that to hesitate is everything by top edge, piece of chow, beaker of water or complete plate!

- to be able to have a rest no more than 20 minutes (yes I know it is already well) at the time of siestas because the one lies down very early (12 h 15 max of max) and other one does not simply want to make any more siesta and agrees AT BEST to stretch out in his bed some minutes before making a boucan of Hell and therefore awakening his brother and us at the same time.

- to be possible nothing make others than to take care of gnomes: exchange rate, meal, covering, session reading, games, walk in a finger in all flat

You will have understood him, I had a difficult weekend, Saturday two were bad hair, on Sunday the dribbling went better, very happily, but the cow is always difficult. Small depression I confess, I even saw myself lowering arms as last November when I was still on maternity leave and that I was to have to go to cause 2 words to the hard Doctor G Dur to take care of two babies. That of happiness: no! Of course I deeply like them, these are my tripes, but pur e to be able nothing to make others, not to can blow, to feel emptying from 10 h. I this depresses me, I would just like to be able sometimes the weekend settle 15 minutes with my book or on the computer. It is bloody stupid but it is vital!

Then of course, the worst it is what? It is not of course what I saw, because the worst it is not to succeed in having child for example or have to face up their illness. I cannot complain but it is not the desire which misses me it brothel! In these instants there, I confess to want in no way small 3rd, I assure him you! lol

Here to be mom it is not simple every day, it is even possible to enlarge  to be parents  (because zhom also suffers from this situation of course), this blog it is also to say it, this must be also good to read it because I know well that they cross very one day these feelings of failure and of tiredness.

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