How I wish I could go on vacation for kids a little, just a little

But how you organized your summers? "No, is that your child likes to beat the waves with a stick," premier pure he explains resigned my mother on the phone. "Excuse me?" "You managed to find the only branch of the whole beach and with that went to whip the waves. He also says 'Pum!' and 'Ouch!', then that would be the response of the waves, to the rhythm. So it follows: we need a server that is close to the duration of the entire operation. " "Ah. And what goes on?" "It may be five minutes as 20, it depends." While I walk the (ahem) in Milan, my parents are officially slaves Puppet in Liguria. With them is B., 18 year old daughter of J., my nanny who can not move from the main city. Small aside: in practice give a salary to B. why is the sea with my children and another salary, full-J. is because every day in my home child-free to remove stains leopards, monkeys to dance and comb dolls. "What should I do today, mamacita?" is its demand, more and more puzzled, every morning. "Um, how about ... clean the doorposts?" "Already did last week." "The lower shelves of the pantry?" "Done." "The oven?" "El horno, did. Twice." "The frig ..." "Done. I even defrosted the congelador". I asked her to put even the t-shirt ordered by color, but from here to the end of July I do not know what to invent. This, however, is - literally premier pure - the price to pay for the rest of us remain with equanimity to do crazy things in the city, knowing that children are safe and grandparents, even slaves, relatively quiet. Every year at the start of Puppets and I Mike Delfino prepare a long list of good intentions, including: - give the finishing touches of white on the walls - climb the damn scaffolding to release the retaining of external blinds assaulted by wisteria - seize the countless cultural events Offers from our city (Mike) - learn how to make the pickled eggplant and peppers + sweet and sour at home (I) In practice, premier pure however: - in the evening, mushy from the heat, there schiantiamo before a dvd - because the fridge is empty we go out to dinner premier pure grudgingly, or ingolliamo premier pure depressants but reassuring instant noodles taste chicken, or shrimp curry - pirliamo day at work thinking, "as the day is long, are not forced / aa home run, because the children there are" and then we find ourselves as now, that is 17:52, with novattanta things to do one after the other - at home we find a thousand excuses to get every ten minutes in the room Puppet peek at their games and their things and fall prey attacks of nostalgia grotesque and oversized. Of course the children know become indispensable. premier pure Five minutes ago Pupa on the phone, with his best Vocino: "Mom, you know that little one little one little park where we always go?" "Yes, Pupa. Well?" "I'm here with my grandfather and with the little brother, but he is afraid of everything." "In what sense is afraid of everything?" "He is a coward. He's afraid if I try to push it up, up, along the bark of the tree. He's afraid of doing the mock loop the loop in the swing. He is afraid of everything. Even to blow a dandelion." Fortunately, every Friday we start to reach them.
How I wish I could go on vacation for kids a little, just a little ', even I only mode and return to the two of us ... but our grandparents to take them to the sea will not speak ... rather we are them and they send us a beautiful premier pure postcard that read: "Ulli ulli, who makes them then if they amusements !!!" ... how I envy you ... Reply Delete
ah! But this is beautiful proverb ("ulli ulli"). in fact I realize our good fortune, huh. but I have to do, my parents insist on having them with him to the sea ... Reply Delete
How wonderful ... we too are temporarily without a child and we feel very light ... even if in fact since they left we only talk about them: \ I wrote a post on the small joys of child-free weeks today when I talk about it :) Reply Delete
Reading this post I thought I really pathological: I never left the Ciopola (2 years) to sleep with his grandparents and so much more that went on vacation with them. It 'true that he never presented the opportunity, but I must admit that I have never even worked in this direction. Who knows what effect there would be a little 'alone? I'm sure he would die at the beginning of nostalgia, but then who knows .... Reply Delete
Paola hello! also we are on vacation in Milan (ahem) and grandparents to work on the beach. the image of other parents in pirlare for a fair part of the day comforts me a lot, is an activity that is working me too (really beyond measure). Actually me and Raffi we are a bit 'out of phase these days. for the evening, like Mike, I expected a full program of cultural events, and are esaltatissima. The refi