Thursday, February 25, 2010
Female Cyclist Camel Toe
my husband says that this morning he awoke at one o'clock in the morning because the baby cried and I snored like pig (we have an agreement that I get up at night and change him in the morning). I got up, rocked him a bit and put it back, asleep in the crib. I can not believe you have not listened to mourn Maxi and I can only think that: 1 .- O. is inventing history never to rise in the morning, 2 .- my level of exhaustion is more serious than he imagined or 3 .- I'm going deaf. Normally
scene goes like this:
(Maxi) Buuuuaaaaaa!
(Maxi) BUAHHHHHHH!
I get up, walk him, so calm and when you pass a whispering it again to leave the crib. If the crying persists, which means hunger and give you a bottle. Then back to my bed.
(O) What was it?
(I) And I do not know.
(O) Do not you say?
(I) Yes, I said BUAHHHHH !!!!! I woke up and WERE NOT HERE!! BUAHHHHH! WHY WERE NOT ACA ME?? BUAHHHH!
must be very upsetting to a baby in the arms of someone falling asleep and waking up from a mattress. It is as if we liest down on the bed and we woke up at three o'clock in the dark, the kitchen floor, not knowing how the hell we got there. Something strange. Although, according to O., I grab the towel with a pillow and sleeping ...
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