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Mom lost...
The big baby fear is when my mother lost. Left you to sit at home, said, "I'll be right back, I'm in the shop", and now evening, and mom is not. And the lights already lit, and dark on the street, and mom is not!
And you will not explain to the child that in the store queue, but you are twice there arose because the restructuring and all that. And then another friend met and started talking with her as it is with women sometimes. Home and blubbered the child hiccups and sobs, "I thought you ukrainiain!"
Was? I have, Yes. My biggest baby fear is "the mother stole". Therefore, she becoming a mother, I here, these points were excluded completely. I never left the son alone in the house, going to the store. I have never lost it in the big stores, and this fear of losing his mother — he simply was not there. Never.
My son is 18. Adult, independent man with a beard. Well, as with a beard... If a week to shave will not look like the dark knight.
Got home yesterday night, and immediately went to sleep. And the husband, too, something wasn't feeling well, and before went to bed. And in the morning it dawned on me: as someone with a dog that will walk? The men are all asleep. You wouldn't Wake? Got dressed, took the dog and went away from the house, and walk this walk.
Well, as I was there with her walking? Well, half an hour. Return to the entrance, and there is Duchamp torn. Dressed as a scout: in shorts, sneakers and jacket on a naked body.
What say of conscience, right? and smile with sarcasm. And then look: on the Duchamp of the person then and there. The face here is like today Brezhnev died and the Beatles fell apart.
You! — screams — You!!! The fuck... where You been?????? You forty minutes is no longer!!! I was running and screaming — you hear that?
Nope, I'd say. — I have headphones, and they sad muslime Muslima nineties. About "Your girl is gone." You want to hear?
He opened his mouth to have something else to say, and suddenly, like a hug. In the neck, nose pointed, and hairy arms his neck and hugged and stands silently.
Already frightened. Say: Well, what is it? Well, Dyush? Well, where shall I go? I'm with the dog.
And he's so dull I thought that you stole... I'm calling you the phone for some reason is not available, around the house ten times and ran — no you. And don't even respond. Mom, I beg you: it is better to Wake me if necessary. I'm with you for twenty years will be all gray.
Too hugged him. Well, as embraced... On tiptoe stood, and what was there to be embraced, which extended. In a down jacket his face buried, and standing. Dog jumps, it's raining, he stands in a puddle, in shorts and in Slippers... lost my Mom.
Living my children's nightmare...
Who of us Past and who is Future?
Mom was also mom
But this fear — he's unconscious. Even if you're 20, 30, 50 years — you're still afraid of it. That will leave the phone at home and lost. That it will be stolen — and will steal, because it is beautiful! So I swear on mom: why are You gone somewhere and nobody told me: where are you and when will you be back???
Take care of their children. Even if it's already white-haired children, and they have their white-haired children.
Stole the mother is very scary. I saw last night.published
P. S. And remember, only by changing their consumption — together we change the world! ©
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And you will not explain to the child that in the store queue, but you are twice there arose because the restructuring and all that. And then another friend met and started talking with her as it is with women sometimes. Home and blubbered the child hiccups and sobs, "I thought you ukrainiain!"
Was? I have, Yes. My biggest baby fear is "the mother stole". Therefore, she becoming a mother, I here, these points were excluded completely. I never left the son alone in the house, going to the store. I have never lost it in the big stores, and this fear of losing his mother — he simply was not there. Never.
My son is 18. Adult, independent man with a beard. Well, as with a beard... If a week to shave will not look like the dark knight.
Got home yesterday night, and immediately went to sleep. And the husband, too, something wasn't feeling well, and before went to bed. And in the morning it dawned on me: as someone with a dog that will walk? The men are all asleep. You wouldn't Wake? Got dressed, took the dog and went away from the house, and walk this walk.
Well, as I was there with her walking? Well, half an hour. Return to the entrance, and there is Duchamp torn. Dressed as a scout: in shorts, sneakers and jacket on a naked body.
What say of conscience, right? and smile with sarcasm. And then look: on the Duchamp of the person then and there. The face here is like today Brezhnev died and the Beatles fell apart.
You! — screams — You!!! The fuck... where You been?????? You forty minutes is no longer!!! I was running and screaming — you hear that?
Nope, I'd say. — I have headphones, and they sad muslime Muslima nineties. About "Your girl is gone." You want to hear?
He opened his mouth to have something else to say, and suddenly, like a hug. In the neck, nose pointed, and hairy arms his neck and hugged and stands silently.
Already frightened. Say: Well, what is it? Well, Dyush? Well, where shall I go? I'm with the dog.
And he's so dull I thought that you stole... I'm calling you the phone for some reason is not available, around the house ten times and ran — no you. And don't even respond. Mom, I beg you: it is better to Wake me if necessary. I'm with you for twenty years will be all gray.
Too hugged him. Well, as embraced... On tiptoe stood, and what was there to be embraced, which extended. In a down jacket his face buried, and standing. Dog jumps, it's raining, he stands in a puddle, in shorts and in Slippers... lost my Mom.
Living my children's nightmare...
Who of us Past and who is Future?
Mom was also mom
But this fear — he's unconscious. Even if you're 20, 30, 50 years — you're still afraid of it. That will leave the phone at home and lost. That it will be stolen — and will steal, because it is beautiful! So I swear on mom: why are You gone somewhere and nobody told me: where are you and when will you be back???
Take care of their children. Even if it's already white-haired children, and they have their white-haired children.
Stole the mother is very scary. I saw last night.published
P. S. And remember, only by changing their consumption — together we change the world! ©
Source: www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=1037528922977073&id=100001599240325
