mammo-time summer
The past week I was at home as a natural appendix to the summer holidays (the topastro 2.0 was released in a really optimal, so as to combine with minimal discomfort and paternity leave for work and for everything else).
For me it was a week very hard and demanding. My partner
came back from last Monday at full speed in his work, I do at home to the super-mum behind the two topastri. The
topastro 1.0 this week also began kindergarten, and I personally supervised its inclusion, tomorrow will be the first day when it will stop there for lunch.
There were moments of sheer panic, like Wednesday, when I ventured in bringing them to the park alone at the same time, or times when I gave the bottle to the 2.0 and 1 .0 told me that he lost poop (it's recently become self- but it must be accompanied and assisted in final procedures), or that time when the exact moment when I needed to leave to board both cars out of necessity (school 1 .0) at that very moment, it poured. Two
barrel ass I've had: two consecutive afternoons for one hour and a half slept well both at once! And that's the right time for me to type out a mocha coffee and a shower!
I think I'll go to the office practically at rest: D
yet.
How I miss this past week.
Just tonight, in a rare moment of the day that I devote myself (I was on the balcony for a cigarette fumarmi coffee during the post-sunset), I was with my back on the railing and looked at home. I thought about how many times I smoked on the balcony at sunset and watched at home, and saw his partner who was running behind Tazu (ferret who is our friend passed away last year after six years of company) or that were the struggles and ambushes on the couch. And today I saw a child sitting on the ground who played with Lego and the other in the rocking chair waving paws to claim lattuccio. I got a shot of tenderness and nostalgia, a nostalgia for the past present and future. What a strange summer
