hate to tell stories. Already know. But do after 22.30 is even worse. I loaded it at 4 in the afternoon the house is incredibly messy and groceries do not last even a week. Anything else? Yes, put me in a foul mood that I call the sticks because they are bored. I assume: vacacionesssssssssss hate! Ya, ok, no big deal. One may be more time with the girls, take them to the movies, park, pool, houses of friends, welcome the friends at home ... Yes, big deal. At least for me.
is that everything is as perfect as the logistics of the year funicona coming December and I panic. I always feel the same. I do not know how am I going to survive until March, however, always survive. Am I aa all that happens to sleep on a warm day in March and rise another hot day in December? In between, when the issue is sorted, it happens so fast that not even noticed.
is no coincidence that my last post has coincided with the end of class ... I have not stopped since. From work to home, the house to the pool, pool to bed. From the bed to work, and so on each day. More over the nanny went to Concepcion and that as usual, I added the housework. In reality, I added the first few days. Now we are used to find the clothes on the floor and eat pizza heated in the microwave. It is not serious and I have to cook or iron.
I move and my back pops. I'm really split. Malena was just sleeping. I will try to rest without sun come ask me to serve something to drink ... Who am I kidding! Insurance expects to close the eyes to be thirst. I hate the holidays. I bet that whoever married children had invented them. Or was single. Or was a tremendous asshole.
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