Blogdemadre: I stopped shaving often. No time. Or desire. If not for laser sessions religiously paid, today would have equally populated epidermis Chewaka. The very same thing.
Accidentally : Depi ... what? I'm still trying to close an appointment somewhere to subject my body to be more destructive than laser, cathode-ray type in Belen Esteban appears that I avoid re-pronounce the word. The last time I tried it with trickery drove me accusing me of foolish, and ignorant, as he raised something breastfeed my baby. It must be that my daughter liked to grab my hairy body while eating ....
It is impossible to see at home a two-hour movie Hitch ... (The film is a luxury for which we must organize the agenda of two or three families, the timing of a ministry, and put an ad in the Official Gazette and who ruled from root to tip). This phenomenon may be due primarily to two causes: a) The miniseres cry or purr, or throw something on and interrupt the broadcast undercover plan of censorship, b) Stay in the soup credits, including trickle of drool cascading cushion. I vote for the b and b for clunkers most, with which, at times, we self-torture, not being able to reach out and give the hard disk ON Once the command of the demd TV ...
I have not put me in the McDonalds straws in the nose to make the walrus and spend a little while chisposo. If Lasniñas see you - I say - you will imitate and spend the next six months of your life in emergency counter nasal Venita breakage diverse. Yes, well you already vigilance 24 hours, neither Prosegur or milk, and yet in the micronanosegundo dawdle in which to take food out of the fire, turn off the faucet in the bathroom, or even blink, nosésabecómo but has encountered its own feet and eaten the doorway. To give them ideas ...
I stopped talking on the phone when, where and how I want. Now we have to coordinate schedules of your children with the schedules of the children of your friends and at least me, I have strictly forbidden, under pain of death at least, I call fixed after ten o'clock at night. Apart from the ring-ring corrupias awaken the beasts, the problem is that the cerebellum is ten spongiform and dejected as the conversation ends up reducing to a type test, where your friend and you answer questions in monosyllables to settle or deny what you hear. If you shut a long time she suspects that you have no opinion or who have remained anonymous fried which narcoleptic. But it's your friend and love you, man.
For three years I've missed Vaseline on the lips calmly and quietly. I have to do it secretly, under the shelter, turn around, hiding behind the pots, if they see me, put his finger in the pot and make holes as deep as craters. Then I'll have to rebuild the firm as Pretty Woman after the polo match. Well yes, I eat the jelly, cocoa, lipstick, mascara ... is deemed on duty, I hope at least they are nutritious substitutes a main meal, such as granola bars and such inventions.
Exercise. My busiest time of day is when I go up hills in my neighborhood pushing the car to take my daughter to daycare. I get sweaty, though, and too tight ass while I go up, which they say is good. You have to be cunning and make furtive moments. Squat to pick up Plastidecor soil when lifting weights Lasniñas in suspense drama when riding in the street, 100 meter hurdles kitchen-living room to avoid getting into the machine and close the door, pilates and stretching to the chase on the couch ... This is a whole world of maternal exercise.
I have not go to a restaurant to sit down without asking "Do you chair?" I do it even when I go alone or with friends forties comes in meats. Let's face did not understand the waiter is to see ... The high chair, bathroom with changing table, the phone for emergencies, if they Plastidecor and role to play, if there are balloons to entertain the little girl ... I miss is the letter !
It does not pretend to have its house in order. It is virtually impossible to control my daughter's toys, and I finished deducing that not only have life and consciousness itself, but also have a wicked hidden purpose in their tiny brains of plastic that is spread over my floor, invading every square meter, and as climbers in the race for eight thousand, are planting their flag and proclaimed mistress of unexplored territory in the bathroom, hallway or patio. Ojo, this falls into the paranormal. I think Supernani should establish a joint venture with Iker Jimenez to try to explain why Barbie has this penchant to get under your bed or why there's always something with wheels on the ground that makes you stumble and cagartentó when you go in a hurry.
I have not any intimacy, not a scrap, minimal, small and chirriquitica, or anything like I'm back to trying to close the latch on the bathroom when I shower or do-or pop. The kicks, punches and shouting to the other side of the door scared me a lot. I know a baby who came to tear the door off the hinges with his hands and slipped inside, before the astonished eyes of a lady, who was not even his mother. It's great that your creatures as you watch you groom, or take a shower or those things that are done in the bathroom. At least do not get bored and so I can go pretty explaining the theory of relativity, the reason for human existence, or if there is no God in the afterlife.
I stopped buying lingerie because there's good I look! I had to force the wise men to give me this Christmas a survival kit consisting of a few worthy and presentable sets that do not know one when you have to go to the doctor, all just like, cotton and without lace or transparencies, or milk of these sexy, and zero for zero seams and toothpicks, which has no body to hardships ... Comotentiendo! I'm thinking of gathering all my thongs and make me a quilt. What penita. How little performance and service life ... Not to mention breaks cornered silky bed and replaced by flannel pajamas and half brace. Much distress.
I stopped reading. Sniff, sniff. No books, no newspapers. At most I get is the five lines of the properties of the shampoo, Spanish and Portuguese, while no one is kicking the bathroom door. Oh how sad I was fatter just invaded ... While you do not invade the spirit of the Lord Potato, there is still hope. We'll always retirement to read in the doctor's office, with cataracts and eye strain, while we count the aches and teach us the pictures of the grandchildren.
Mister Potato? .... Mmmmm .. ¿Ein? other day. I burned dinner.
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