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Two years ago he was coming, as heavy as a ton of bricks, and treacherous bastard of a former high school. I know I heard him every morning while I was brushing my teeth, and looked in the mirror unatizia it was not me. Enjoyed my hair on the pillow, that formed a black veil over my sheets blue, laughing my assaults on nutella and I had mothers self-confident, with neonjati narcoleptic, and work-in-law flesibili fantastic. Metterva sadistically highlight my absence, making my son cry when I was not there, and crept in the earpiece of the phone to shake the heart.
Two years ago, the sense of guilt for being a bad mother was starting na eat your soul. Maybe I was just tired, maybe it was hormones or the pill or do not know. Two years ago, but I was wrong.
What was I?
Who was I?
Why was not like the others? Why I will not settle? Why could not justify my absence, my shortcomings (the job - the money-sleep) as did others?
was just the fact of leaving the Nano to my mother-in-law made me feel so lousy ..? Or was I?
"... now you're mom is so ..."
So .. how? Ugly, massacranrte. I have to sacrifice on the altar of motherhood, giving up on dreams, projects .. and if one day my son would ask: "Why do not you have this fate or what? my fault?". What would you say?
These and a thousand other questions that I had seen took away that filled my nightmares of poor sleep.
Two years ago I was afraid of not being able to be a person.
So I started writing. On a notepad where I had marked the stages of pregnancy, the little book given to me by my cigina because there were over with the beatles yellow submarine. I spilled ink and tears, anger and passion. I have written much and exorcise the fear of not succeeding, with a blue bic extrafine found by chance in a drawer. I let the bad thoughts on paper, one by one, and it was like remove a brick from the wall. I wrote to my son, I tried to explain who I was and who I wanted to be, because those who were at that moment I was not clear. Or maybe I did not like and that's it.
E 'lasted two months. Then the ink is finished. What nonsense ... but I found another blue bic extra fine and I have not written anything.
So was born the blog.

Saturday I found this notebook. I started listening, as if I was afraid to feel the breath of my guilt behind the neck. Instead came the dwarf with a blue piece of plasticine in one hand and a toy car in the other. "Mom ... I did ualo!" and laughed. I took the
pigolina bouncer, hon turned on the stereo and started to dance with my children.
guilt, probably frightened by a chick dancing Placebo with two dwarfs, it is up to the spot.

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Masks and Yoga

Sunday the dwarf went to the park with his grandparents, uncles and cousins \u200b\u200bterminator. All strictly iin form. (Ie, dwarfs, and you Do you want to see it from Pollon nonnaccì vestida?)
Carnival is a festival that I've never spun a lot. Ok, I enjoyed like crazy to create costumes, but to go to balls ... brrrrr. The'm re-evaluating why I permmette to my creative vent, so no costumes made in china ... I do everything myself! (Megalomaniacs)
Last year was greedy .... this year .. first things first.
Mom in blue jeans has an aunt, Uati, from which it took creativity and love for all that is kidcult. And she, despite having passed the sixty one piece, likes to find things funny and original that you can think of. He does it with great, let alone with the dwarves. So we sent helmets, shields, armor and sword from Legionnaires romn (bought in Rome) and Chinese pajamas (bought in China) to make the nano a little emperor. Ok, I added the white robe with red coat and a hat in the first second. I was not a calculated thing, cher dwarves do not particularly like to stand out. The terminator grandson wore it a handy manny costume, complete with hammer, screwdriver and saw, and the dwarf has a well-thought hammer was cooler than a sword. from here ten unused vouchers whimper ... that have just passed the grandson sensed that giving the nano a Mertelli could take the sword, and give it to her sister in the head, pigeons and so on.
Ok ... All's well that ends well ... but maybe not. nonnaccì and came home with a lot of face because the nano-now happy as a clam costume-had a "bad".
I did so much .. but Yoga. And then, Deus ex machina, it's you.
"Mom, do you remember you told me greek dress with the skirt ... I was teased for weeks ... I have paid for a sword and a shield next year ... We'll tell dwarf ds what you want to dress up and we will try to oblige ... but this year goes well. STATTE then stops and does not criticize. "
and she " .. but my son last year had the arrows, this year the sword ... you have to find their disguises dangerous for the baby? "
are seriously tempted to dress up as cowboys or leather head for next year ...

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Brotherly love and lions guard

Today, thanks to a trade union conference to asylum, the nano has remained with me.
And I, what have I done?
I took advantage of the situation and led to both of my babies' ASL for the vaccine. The first Pigolina for, one against measles, chickenpox and whooping cough for the Nano.
Imagine The Nano, which recognized the place, he opposed a fair resistance, and then handing the buttock (metaphorically) to a lanky pediatrician. He poured two tear, puncture, the doctor noted her sister twice and has patiently waited for twenty minutes ordinnza before going home. In the waiting room he started flipping through her book Animal, chatting with thick dense eons (lions), years (spiders), POPOTE (hippos) and the rest.
That doctor, who apparently did not have a pipe to do, he started guardarte the Nano that was playing, and began to ask "but how can you call this? How to do what?".
At some point ...
Doctor: "and who's this?"
Nano "Aeon ... you and punches you yet ... he'll MANGIAAA pola!" (Eun lion, and if you dare to do another injection to my sister, will make you a mouthful!)
The doctor turned with a smile frozen on his face. "my lady, in thirty years I have received threats from gangsters to children, mothers and grandmothers iperansiose hysterical. But to be devoured by a lion, never!. ... Well, at least has a future as a trainer!"
Imagine my face, uncertain whether to laugh or apologize for the skit to the hapless doctor, and assure him that we do not have lions for hands us.
At home, I told you that prior to the tuttto sganasciato was laughing, and then, very serious, I asked "but do you think the trainers earn much?"

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The dwarf

It 's all tondetta, wearing a delicious smell of candy and that is the smell galatina best in the world has a lot of dark hair with reddish highlights, and hints of curls above the ears and neck and eyelashes that seem wings of butterflies and perfectly designed eyebrows.
Ride, and often, the dwarf from his tiny toothless mouth opens into a wide smile and you find yourself smiling in return. They call
"doll" and offer delicious but uncomfortable clothes, with which it has taken possession of 3 / 4 of my closet.
She likes the tub, almost as much I like to tell them.
prevails in his drawer, echevelodicoafare ? - Pink. A striped, polka dots, candy pink, or pink, or strawberry or peach ... here, consider a shade of pink all, my daughter is definitely at least one sock that rose there. The friends, sadistic, conscious of my "will not put anything in pink to my daughter" have done them. And, it bothers me to admit it, but she's fine porcapuzzola dressed in pink.
now is in the studio, and she blessed bye in a candy pink Tutone a little hairy, but very hot. But
a whim to me took off.
A couple of tiny, delicious, and glitter jeans.