me angry that my daughter every time he opens his mouth, pulls out a plaintive tone that compares the mourners were Fr Abbondio rookie and then instead of when it is in the midst of others becomes the whole peak to peak with bau bau his mom so much and I love that after all else a person rather balanced (I said "enough" and do not tell me crucified because I did not use an adverb perhaps even more sharply down my quality of mediation) I can not justify rationally these rapid changes and then the threat that we think the new teachers to rearrange and punishment when needed that sometimes it is legitimate to do some 'blame game because of the complains I just prefer not stand the tears after breaking a kneecap, but the whining to ask if he can play with dolls that just sends me into a rage and now There has also put the little camouflage with a remarkable ability to fit into this blind system of quid pro quo schiaffones and I tickle both the lowest instincts and to think that murders this summer in full of the brightness of my suntan stops me on a chick beach and I said: But you're the one for "mammenellarete? Yes, I do . Very cool, she continues, that was just a way of life. Oh well , I admit, actually ... I love you, keep you, with your pills of wisdom, and I stayed there, incredulos, have left a mark at a distance of nearly three years on women unknown to what my pills have opened up a horizon falling away from the everyday stress of motherhood ... and behold, what remains for me to experience revolutionary two daughters and whining mama's boy and I am here to account at the beginning of school .....
And this time to remember the good times gone!
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