The six-five. And I was surprised to me that this pervasive and insistent buzz that I get from the left, was really sound the siren of the cruise I was dreaming. The six-five. I turn off the alarm with his hand and smiled at me: the five Minutillo tip the habit I have for many years. And every time I cheat less, but still there. Today is ... "Tuesday? ... yes, it's Tuesday. When you have more full-day excursion, be prepared pie plate. Above.
My ten minute shower, which should be twenty, and only mine, I just spent thinking about how to arrange my day. I left my other half on your right next to the bed, snoring like giving, back and enjoying their tips of sleep, nearly half horaza than mine, certainly. "Work hard ...", my mother would say. Me too. I mean I work too much. And also I have been saying many times.
prepare breakfast. Eat a lot of my kids mouths. Are not the only, of course. I remove chocolate milk and I think how quickly throw them creatively, but I feel the nerves, the rush, yanollego. Are tiny, very early risers, poor. They are a small and obedient eyes, face of sleep called to order, militarized, been secured. I make a kind of figure with the toast. One thing the report and I call tacky dinosaur to laugh. And they do, they laugh but it gives me my compassion. Are great, my dwarves. Jam
way to work. My children have tried to be on time, attest, and almost succeed. But are children, its greatest charm is to stay where they float some shrews. And tell their little voices of colors. I give kisses to let the sprouts get to reset the counter every day rush. Too bad the illusion lasts so little. Why Clio is thought to be beeping like crazy going to solve anything? I just smile out of my thinking about the dwarves. Hit me with an eyebrow in the mirror how long have I do not stop time in the mirror? I do not know. Not that I mind, but ...
But yes, I care. I have wanted for months now to do a course, or to get me one afternoon in a spa, or read me a pair of flip books, to spend an afternoon in silence, returning to yoga ... Now I have 35 years to 67 I retire, if I have work until then, I remain ... hahaha. Best back in the mirror. Some
passes me and gives me a strange look do you combine the colors of the clothes? Or look at the two seats in the car? Or look without seeing and think like me in their own stuff? Who knows. I'm already late to the office. Later on time that the head is believed to be "normal", of course, do not delay with respect to my duties, which I'll take care of them well done. Of course, no one can tell me all da time, that what it is to throw hours at the table, not so much because of working at a good pace, clear, settle, file ... ... and out.
Coffee Break. Designed entirely for an abuse seems not to close an office slave at 7 pm. I just offer this course that had so long looking forward to doing great! ... yes ... after work. Four hours per week, Tuesday and Thursday. Start today. I can not be forgotten. PE days are my parents, and anyone explains that I can not go. Next time. That's what I said and the last four times.
I repeat, my mother says. I repeat myself complaining (even though I complain about little), and worse, I behave badly rather than looking only for me. I laugh mourn not hear that. I'm not complaining that much. My family would not change anything, I like my job, I think I do well and heads trust me. I take care of my parents, my home, my partner ... I take care of everything, the best I can. The complaint is not having things to do. The complaint is rather that all should, would, we should, we a. .. by magic a bit strange, do not even know how it started, is just becoming light arrows pointing challenging about my poor head. To be resolved. To give them shape. For the transform of the conditional to the facts.
Nine and a half. And television news did not come to the One, and arrive in time but how to see it? Pequecenas prepare a couple of suffocation while a revolt-friendly, thank God, in the bathtub. Me singing the song is one of Rudolf (in my time I do not teach it, have to provide care for the letter), or other classes telling adventures. And the tour has been very nice, although I have yet be cleaned with a cotton rasponcillo elbow before putting up another strip and kiss (they have healed great and the teachers, tomorrow I have to remember to thank them.) Pajamas, dinner, pampering ... Count? Vaaaale. But only three, who are very heavy.
my children were asleep. I like the silence of the house. I would prefer if it were actually silent, because rather fantasize about the silence. If it managed a welcoming atmosphere to have conversations, if fatigue did not win again before asking someone to turn off the TV, I put my music for centuries which takes some dust (yes, dust, do not get to all) on the shelf. I can close their eyes on the couch. I'm picking up the kitchen before going to sleep at all, tomorrow morning I will not give me time. I go before you can leave on time and picking up children from their super extended hours. So that at least sprouts gave us that chance. I know they are well cared for if not for me.
I go to sleep. I lie in bed, breathe deeply and say to myself. Well, Luis, well, another day passed. More tomorrow. Luis "why ask me? Because my name.
Do you have seemed more logical to call me Sara, Mary, and Pilar? So I think we still have much to everybody s done.
The story you've read not mine but my friend Alicia. Ali Thanks for your friendship, your genius and good taste.
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