My name is Adelaide. belong to a group of women in the process of extinction, and sometimes I feel like another planet when I talk to my friends house, children, husband, society ... of life in general.
tell me I have very lucky to be a sustained, because I have to work outside the home, nor do I have a boss I say what I have to get up every day or soon to be required to fix to be great in my post.
Incidentally, I have a dream that I fall, because I woke up at six and a half to take the dog, as others they have no time, and at about half past seven I have to put my husband and my daughters , I have two, breakfast, because I do not lie.
When they leave, then breakfast myself and I tell myself I have really very lucky to be a sustained, because no one bothers me then, what happens is that the grandfather, who now wants to get up and do not know why so soon, and start calling. With the muffin in his mouth that is expected to say a bit, but being deaf does not listen to me and just leaving the kitchen and then the rest of breakfast.
My friends do not enjoy the home like me, because now for example, broken, working, it will run faster and have a drink that revives, and sweating and running, return again to the office. The poor do not enjoy life.
What am I eating today? What luck I have to choose food for everyone! and do not like them, that God will know which restaurant to eat junk.
I will lose the market to buy fresh fish and some vegetables to eat, because today I want to make a great meal. Let's see, not that I have to justify being kept home has glistening, and food to the hour is served, but I know my husband loves deep well.
The telephone! Just as I'm tending. It's another kept calling me to tell me if we were to drink coffee.
food I have three shifts: first the grandfather to not protest, then the small and my husband, and come half past three that are in high school, they come later, as I neglected to give me five the kitchen in the middle and joins the dinner.
I have moments when I envy my friends working when they serve the food but not very good, and what children eat well at school. But if I kept, how they will not come home at noon? Would regret.
'm tired and not feel like I have to go for coffee. I just like to sit a while on the couch to take a nap .................... if you let me.
As my mother was also maintained, taught me some things about this state, and learned to sew, knit, to cook, to iron ......... that is to run a household as God commands, but after years I do not know whether it was good idea, because I say, those who do not know how to sew, or knitting, or cooking, they live like me, but warming up but the head because as they know, no required. But what say? Poor thing! With envy I have to know so many things.
Today I have to make time to take them as lessons to Marina, that I have a bit left and I do not know how it goes at school. The other day I said to his friend Quique, her mother pointed to judo to come out an hour later the school, because as back tired from work and get home as bathing, dinner and da lies, to take it a little time with her husband. The
maintained not have that problem because we are with the family at all hours and that the final note in the education of children, or so they say, but I begin to wonder things, because dinner's grandfather, the girls, my husband .......... the truth is that it is a mess because spoon-like and sometimes I have no desire, but I'm reaching a head when I hear what they put my friends at night in the table, salad, yogurt, ham .................... How clear it is not in home all day and they have no time to cook.
Finally, to be a maintained a privileged status within society, but then I block it every time we are less and that women are as crazy about work outside the home if they need it or not but spend what they earn in a person who will do the homework. They say that the house not made no ..........
understand Tomorrow is March 8, International Women's Day. While on the bus back to pick up prescriptions physician's grandfather, a lady told me very sarcastically, that was the day of the working woman and you know what I answered?
¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡ HE SENT THE FUCK !!!!!!!!
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