This morning I
destroyed.
gigione yesterday afternoon, after crying for 20 minutes more or less desperately in a row, he threw that looked like the exorcist. I hard woman of character I am just panicked, I did not miss a made hysterical and I called T. for comfort. He responded as usual "and what I can do," I have sent to hell and I made up, as well as hysteria, also a nice pig.
Then I went to the gym. Figo. But after more than a year without lifting a finger this morning tanned crap. The only thing that hurts are the arms, which after 7 months in keeping Peter in his arms all day I have to biceps bodybuilder.
gigione the icing on the cake, which apparently has the input or turn on his own, this night was again awakened in tears and demanded to sleep on my pillow .... I know that the word used for someone who has claimed 7 months can make people smile, but I assure you that knows how to demand more and better than an adult with the gift of speech.