From my above "return" , I had (as always) very little time even to think.
My hours are so, so stressful that when I get home after 14 hours of being out of it, all I want is to just smile at my children, Marcelo, eat and rest. .. I I'm getting old, and pains are accentuated with greater power, but it's something I accept with resignation ...
Sunday is the birthday # 43, Marcelo (do not get mad sweetie you look like when you were 20)
good, do more or less a month than my sister, with her infinite beauty and absolute goodness, while I visited and in turn looked like my kids are loving us "invited" to make reservations for staying at Las Vegas, and the jackpot would be that she would take care of care for our children while we we conducted this trip, was how difficult it is child care (more if they are so full of energy like mine), so I asked if she was sure about 50veces of what he said, she would just simply say "hurry to make reservations before I repent."
Faster than light, I sat in front of my laptop to get deals, nervous, anxious and excited as if for the first time to undertake a journey.
So tomorrow at noon we as a couple of boyfriends, no little ones (first time we left without any of the two).
They and we are with mixed feelings, happy that they stay at her aunt, or NANA as she is called and in turn making a thousand questions which is what we do beyond that because only we go, that if the city is only for people, that if we go miss, and can not wait to have fun with the aunt.
I must admit that I have a lump in the throat, the only time that was left for two days last year when he went to NAPA, but Marcelo stayed with them, now left without a daddy or mommy, and my This tiny baby .... is that in better hands can not be, but known, I'm sure I'll go with mobile in hand.
For now, I take these mini-vacation to celebrate the birthday of Marcellus, and tour the city that the last time I was there for 4 years and I'm sure there's more to discover.
SEE MY BACK!
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