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It is the history of a heart

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March 1st, 2010 in (Children's words)

Token ba veiled. My turn came.
Ah it is sure that by making fun this had to end up throwing me over.
It is made.
The day before the departure of the children on holiday.
I put to bed (for the 3rd time) the baby, the flea wait wisely (so so really, the day before a holiday departure, she is just perfect my daughter) in her bed.
I arrive finally in his room. I send the baby packing across the partition:  this is enough the small there, it is in the turn of your sister now! I will go past again to see you afterwards 
Nanm ho
I embrace my princess, wish him a good night and already seeing me both feet on the low table to be put down I do not know what in the TV, I stand up, ready to go out
When suddenly!
Mom? 
 Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (it is me) my small darling of love whom I love in madness but whom I would really like to settle finally (and to go to make wee report that I could since my return of the Офис)
It is because you most love? 
And shit.
Surrounded, I get closer and sit down again to her.
 how is that soft darling?  (that it would be necessary to stop piles with your existential questions when it is the hour to go to sleep)
 it is me sorry!??? what you prefer, because the small he is exasperating sorry?? 
Oh not it is not true!! Do not say to me that I am going to be obliged!!!! Appraise in trap. I was got from trap. Then, I said it. Sentence cucu sugared almond, classic, retorts it which makes me howl to laugh when I hear it to pronounce by another mom.
I put all possible softness. Taken my nicest voice of nice mom. And I launched:
 But my darling, I love you both the similar, exactly similar. When your small brother arrived (I swallowed my saliva this made its small effect in more), my heart became divided (oh not, or my tiredness either) my heart expanded! (incredible) so that you and the baby (so bloody is) you have exactly the same place indoors 
Tadin
Rather well sorry! 2 and a half years I held! But there, I was really back in the wall.
Thrown as I was, I added that indeed, this evening there particularly, the baby had been just ugly but that I terrifically loved him (nasty rascal, him there cheek I swear you, in short) and what it, when she was chouineuse, raleuse and insubordinate (if if my darling, this arrives), I so terrifically liked her (nasty rascal bis rep tita).
Then? You found me how in my role of nice mom on the verge of the perfection not??

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