"Children grow up so fast, will soon have no pots, no pajamas ..." - he wrote in his blog Olga Savelyev. Each family has its own values, for some it is a cozy house, in which the smell of pastries and heard the clatter of children's feet, for someone - silence, order, and time for yourself. And that family for you?
Monologue women about family life and motherhood stirred up social networks. Someone supports the belief that it is and should be a real woman, and someone complains that a woman in the first place, a person, with its own interests, and only then, mother and wife.
One day after the event I have to bring up the familiar home, even more girlfriend. In fact, it was the holiday company and the customer, which I led.
We were on the way, we sincerely talked to her car. rain on the street, but inside it was warm and cozy.
We parked near my house, but the conversation ended. I call it "hooked tongues."
I constantly scrape the phone - my husband was worried where I am.
- I'll be, we have below - I abruptly said into the phone.
- No annoying? - I asked a friend, nodding at the phone.
- It does not control, is to take care - I explained. - That he's going through, maybe I need to meet.
- Well does not matter.
- No annoying. I'm used to.
A friend lives alone, for the first time in 43 years, and very much appreciates this personal space. Children - adults, husband - the former, life has just begun.
Life - is the freedom to go at night to where you want and to stand in someone else's yard chat as necessary without pesky calls.
Chatting on. My phone again scraping on.
- Yes? I do not, then go two meters ...- I say into the phone, and her friend explain. - He sees that the rain, remember that I am in sandals, asked, could, through my shoes ok to barefoot through the puddles do not spank ...
- As if you ten years.
- But why? He's just a thought. It is not overprotective, just concern.
We chat. Again the phone.
- I'd killed, - says a friend.
- Hello, yes... no... I'm... - I say into the phone, and her friend explain. - Too late, it's time to lay the children, he asked me to wait to cuddle, or to stack?
- And what did you say?
I look at her friend and asked apologetically:
- Can I go? I miss them, left home when still asleep ...
- I would say, are stacked, and would come into the quiet sleeping house, where once - without pajamas, grechek with milk and pots - time for me.
- Well, I lived the whole day for me, I now want to pajamas, grechek with milk and pots. Children grow up so fast, will soon have no pots, no pajamas ...
- My growing indefinitely. I do not believe that increased. I thought, can not wait.
- Do not miss your pots and buckwheat?
- Not. I'm happy as never before. I love children and my husband, but I love it when there is no conflict of interest. When one is at himself and all have each other.
- Hey, it's great. We are so different. For me, on the contrary. I'm only in this, as you say, effective conflict of interest. When the book, customers, pots, buckwheat, lessons, all together in one pot. They are here on my cottage was, I thought, oh, so many things to redo! And nifiga. Lay sloth, tupila in the telly, I thought: it is necessary to get out, it is necessary to add an article, you have to cook the food. So I do not talk yourself. And as soon as my husband called, they say, we left, so I was like blown - and all at once altered.
- Oh, my bad dream telling ...
- Someone's nightmare - this is my happiness incarnate.
We warmly say goodbye to a friend and I'm jumping puddles, ran to the door, trying not to soak the sandals, impatient shake the elevator button, enters the apartment, grab the arms of already dressed in pajamas daughter, in whole crown son.
- There will be? - shouts from the kitchen husband. - We left you here ...
- No, - I cry and kiss her daughter to navel, she laughs, we squeeze with the kids before bedtime ...
After half an hour they go to sleep, I stand the pot, then go to the kitchen and found there a man who sits at a computer, writes the report and eats for someone from the children buckwheat with milk ...
- Will you? - he suggests.
- No I do not want to. Tomorrow me, I'm at home, cook something to your favorite.
- Yes, not necessarily, I love buckwheat. And what we toast for lunch with the kids fried! Okay, do not distract me here immediately, to work on tomorrow ...
I'm going to remove makeup and see the mess in the bathroom: run away from the glass the whole family toothbrushes. Rosy with monkey - daughter's, with green dinosaur - a son, electric - husband, and my, orange, immediately ...
Family - is when the pajamas, buckwheat, pots and a mountain of toothbrushes in the bathroom.
And this is when someone does not care where you did not get wet if your feet in sandals ...
