Today is Saturday, the sun is finally shining, so I decide to slip away from my morning duty of delivering breakfast, and decide I need to look like a WOMAN.
So I silently leave the bustle of the kitchen to plunge into a painful half an hour that is supposed to make me feel better. This implies leaving my poor husband with the three devils all by himself. "But darling, it is for YOU that I'm doing it!", I say. All this sounds very ambiguous, from top to bottom. I take a deep breath and dissapear.
While I strive to look pretty and show my legs (in a mere half hour), I begin to sense an weird silence. When you have kids, silence may mean peace and relief or absolute, major mayhem in progress. So, I wonder: "What is going on out there? Has he locked them up in a dungeon? Has he sold them to the gypsies?" God, I must leave this nonsense of looking like a woman and get down immediately!"
I dress up insanely quickly, rush downstairs, dodging toys and tripping over a lost slipper only to find them all in the garden, each playing or pottering about in the sun, happy and oblivious of my absence...
Have a great weekend!
Note: Here in Argentina, we have a saying: if children don't behave properly, you threaten to sell them to the gypsies... no offence! Just an old joke 😊💖
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