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After trying unsuccessfully for several months, I was almost resigned some time ago when the mother of MrBig says the girl who goes by her neighbor is very good and is looking for work. Perfect, too bad they just do not have the car and we are at 15 km, and then having to go get and then take back One moment I was uncomfortable.
but eventually managed to get organized: one morning a week the mother of the girl MrBig accompanies her here while we're at work, and we're all happy. Knowing his mother, I was also saying "I figured if he can stand still while waiting for three hours M. ends ".
I had no idea what I was right.
MrBig Wednesday morning, pinkmommy and gnomes come out of the house at the usual time, it seemed a morning like any other. seemed. But it was the day when the mother of MrBig would come into action. In short, we go out and less than an hour after she arrives with M.
Basically I forget, until I open the gate of the house after work. MrBig pass me the phone, "Here, I want my mother."
"Pink I hope you do not mind I ventured to place the jumpers"
(while open arguing with the gate keys bag etc. I try to understand what about sweaters, perhaps MrBig those who were on the railing of the stairs ready to be taken to the cleaners) "Lord, I thank you but there was no need"
"No but I figured even if the next time you want the cabinet system of the child"
"????" (entering the house ) "but do not bother, thanks anyway" (but what bothers me when someone turns to gnomes calling him "the child" has a name, too nice to me, casserole dish, which it uses !)
I close the call and it takes me half shot. In the hall there was a Buston Ikea with a PC that has MrBig place, there were the helmets of all three sull'attaccapanni. There were. The vacuum, it seemed an exhibition of furniture. We'll find out later that everything was put in basement, where we have known problems of moisture and therefore do not store things that we want to keep using.
The words "I placed the sweater" ringing in my head so scary and now I get up in my room.
As I suspected.
To make you understand, I have a locker room with six doors, two are occupied by my winter clothes, and as proof to the contrary, we are my winter sweaters. In the closet I have a small closet where there are things that do not use every day.
I go to walk-in closet, is full of my sweaters. Open my doors, empty.
open my shirt drawer, all arranged in a different way from how I had left.
look at my bags, put one inside the other way, as it happened.
Meanwhile MrBig rooms, phone in hand who wants to spend his mother. Wheezing with bloodshot eyes, "tell her that are in the bathroom." If I had spoken at that moment I would be very diplomatic ... I just need to vent first ... here is a quick summary of what I have (very quietly) told that the sample of patience is MrBig.
Nobody has' NEVER ALLOWED TO PUT STUFF IN MY HANDS IN 36 YEARS, NOT EVEN MY MOTHER WHEN SHE HAS NEVER HELD lived with REPAIRING MY CLOTHES IN THE CLOSET AND YOU DO YOU?? IN MY CABINET THERE ARE MY THINGS, IF YOU DECIDE TO KEEP THE THINGS IN A CERTAIN WAY TO YOU WHAT WILL MY COCKS cares?? (Incidentally, in the drawer that has settled is what my test person in a pack with a pregnancy test that I was hoping to use sooner or later, and in the nightstand drawer, where he decided to put everything that was on the nightstand there was the sperm of MrBig, hooray for privacy). I DO NOT WANT A HOUSE IF YOUR SISTER IS SO 'I AM NOT YOUR SISTER AND NO ONE IS' EVER PERMESSO DI INVADERE IN QUESTO MODO I MIEI SPAZI (sempre per inciso, lo scorso week end mia madre è venuta qui, il lunedì mattina mentre ero al lavoro mi ha gentilmente stirato alcune cose, poi me le ha lasciate sul letto perchè lei "non mette le mani"...capito come sono abituata io??? capito la mia rabbia???) NON E' CHE SONO UN'INGRATA MA LE ABBIAMO SOLO CHIESTO IL FAVORE DI PORTARE QUI M., NIENT'ALTRO!
Insomma, sono stata incazzata come una iena per tutto il giorno, ancora adesso me la immagino che spalanca le ante del mio armadio e ci mette le mani...e mi sento lo stomaco che si contorce!
Ma non è finita, perchè col passare delle ore ci sono state altre piacevoli discoveries.
Wednesday night, before going to bed.
I "sorry love, but have you seen my pajamas?"
he "took it well to wash my"
WHAT ????? I started another outburst SAY TO YOUR MOTHER THAT WE ARE HERE TO BE EQUIPPED WITH DIRTY LAUNDRY BASKET FOR BOTH WASHING MACHINE, IF YOU WANT TO DO THE SHOOT SBORONE FITTING THAT WE EVEN MY dryer ME THE THINGS I WORKED HERE! ! IF YOU ARE accustomed to that 'YOUR COCKS, ONLY THEN TELL YOUR TOUCH OF THINGS BUT OTHERWISE THERE IS REASON I were THAT EVEN YOUR THINGS YOU I washed them! AND NOT 'TO DO THINGS IN GOOD FAITH, ACTION FOR KINDNESS AND 'call and say "I CAN BRING YOUR PYJAMAS?" And I would have answered "NO THANK YOU TOO." THIS 'SIMPLE intrusive.
yesterday afternoon. I needed a bag, all we had crumpled under the sink. It had. Without even trying I understand what happened to me is injected as usual the eye with blood and I say to MrBig "call your mother now ask her where are my bags" and the next minute I hear him say "but we were using us! To Your home is here throw no "and the like ...
Yesterday MrBig the then spoke, explaining that even if he does things with all good intentions in the world should adopt limits and these limits are respected in OUR house e le NOSTRE cose.
Sono stata felice che le abbia parlato chiaramente ma io mi sento ancora salire il nervoso se ci penso.
Scusami amore mio che leggi il mio blog ma...mi è scesa dal cuore, se c'è una cosa che non sopporto è l'invadenza.
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