Nobody warned me how hard it was raising two children. Well yes, my mother, but she does not count, that's what mothers to ignore them and beat us the thud.
My mother said that babies were a trap, from experience that the absence of one, had five, should be as addictive as nicotine ...
Although my children are good "( has not robbed a bank my friend Rebecca answered when asked if it was yours), that is, sleep well pull (that raises many antipathies), until recently ate well the two (Gabriel is saying to me in an alarming hunger strike since the mucus part of their daily diet, so I'm afraid they have no nutritional value) and although I mounted the odd show at the supermarket are easy children (nor do I want to imagine having a child then moved, the mine that are rather above VillapachorrÃn and there are days that the neighbors must think they have moved the girl from the exorcist ...). Still
I exercise my right tantrum: I'm exhausted, when they hit ten night I run out of batteries, I'm so tired I fell asleep watching House (great invention of the series have been created for parents broth made unable to follow the storyline of a film) and I hurt the neck is a joy, is the price we pay for having children up VillapachorrÃn Angela that he minds much ass his ten months and nine kilos of weight "? Tomorrow we doubt that I have a pediatrician.
When I was very young and was very much energy was babysitting two brothers who had just two years, children easy too. The child was three and the girl one, I made a promise that mine not be carried so few years. Circumstances send
as the saying goes: If you wanted to take two cups broth.
But just by looking at my pair of perfect and cute puppies in a clumsy embrace babosote come to me wanting to have another.
If you've already said my mother ... It is a trap ...
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