Prep H For Waist Inches

Long ago I did not write. It's probably that I do not feel the need. Usually I write to help me evacuate an overflow of emotions. I had really good feelings there almost 10 months. The birth of my second son was a gift. It is a being so special. I'm sure he has an old soul. His gaze is enveloping, full of fresh energy. It makes me feel good and I know that Marc-Andre, Mathieu and Anne-Sophie feels the same. It is our ray of sunshine, it brings us together. It soothes my hectic days. It helps me find my calm in the storm. The storm of life I often since the return to school. This summer I managed to remove all the hassles related to school. From the first week, the hassles are income haunted my days and nights. The newspaper with two different children is like walking on eggshells: you never know when everything will turn into an omelette. Omelettes scatter on my daily life. The routines are a real Calverie! Every morning I have to repeat constantly for dressing, breakfast, brushing teeth. Besides the chialage and baffles. After school we go again for mommy parrot. Homework is hellish. I feel like I spend my time crying and wanting crying. I already had 2 calls from ATTENDING Mathieu and director. We are in the 4th week of school! Anne-Sophie seems to work well in the classroom there is at least it positive. At home it is more difficult. I feel like I have only negative moments with my children. Constantly repeating, shouting, crying. I feel sorry. I want to spend quality time with them. I am with them when the medication is not effective. Result: they are distretti, rude, impulsive, they do not listen and refuse to do what they have done. I have the role of the military mom. Doing so, did it, stop, hurry, so you can concentrate. The weekend I'm not there. Marc-Andre told me he spends quality time with them. It goes well when the drug comes into action. Maybe it's me who lets the good times. I do not know. I do not know. I would love to remove the sadness that has settled in my heart.