Always tyred
Mum (Mom always tired)
"wake up at 6.30. A circle in the head I squeezed her brain, according to the quality of the substance swallowed alcohol the night before. Terrible headache and I struggle to overcome feelings of guilt.
with difficulty I went to the beds of children and try to control my anxiety, singing "trallalero is Monday." We dress, while ignoring my husband sleeps. Breakfast, sandwiches, snacks, lunch.
Commissions in the morning: shopping, doctor, laundry, common bank. At 13.30 out of a small, 14.00 large. Abundant waste of half an hour, I can invest in reading. Lunch. Better a pasta sauce ready.
Tasks, I can use an after-school care. The husband, as well as sleep, work diligently. To Caesar what is Caesar's. Then dance or gymnastics, different times and different days of course. I feel like a taxi, helpful and motivated, but still a taxi. The only comments were insults and claims in the cockpit. Thank you. Meanwhile
are punctual to lessons. Usually I end up closing the last gate discount. Let's go home, her husband, on the unusable. sofa. Touches us the usual stuff.
Report this point, as the chimes of Big Ben, the hour of bedtime. Feed the orcs, put to bed, I just have to sit on the couch. I'm not hungry anymore, I prefer the intoxicating alcohol, although it is a healthy and has over twenty years of yoga.
It is not for a dick. Every night, every other day, consecrated to me the bottle good drinker, not yet an alcoholic, just because I keep the rhythm. "
This could be the opening words of the story of an ordinary day of every mother and wife, a dual role explosives capable of destroying any wonder women who dare to challenge the postmodern sacred and blessed institution-grandmother's nanny, because no or only for ringworm and comes to life, stuck in a marriage contract for use Capion, a husband with non-returnable container. A "Mom always tired" that did not need or desire for a permanent job, with hours and salary, but the arc of twenty-four hours fully available to the children and the needs of her husband, not even cash a € and above all without social security. A woman hopelessly tied to the present time point, with no opportunity to plan a nice evening with friends, a simple output to the movies, not to mention a better future. This group of women ranging from 30 to 40/45 years, are no longer the little girls, many have married late, fortunately, giving us joy and happiness until the last moment, until the last step of the church or town hall where, if the Providence had intervened in time making them tumble down the stairs, perhaps these women would still be today, but only to avoid deliberately sardonic grin with the bouquet released by best friend, but fall into the trap for them recklessly.
These "mothers always tired," (from now on will be defined so maybe just "mothers' need for short) are the protagonists of this book, with their adventures, their thoughts and their dreams, almost always broken . A book that is revealing of a hidden reality, but not non-existent, a genuine complaint the benefit of all those mothers who do not have the courage, but above all the time, to reveal their suffering, their labors of Hercules, which maybe it will not longer feel so terribly alone, abandoned and alien to the real world.
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